Day 5 of being the new kid, also known as the day it started. I don't really know why I started doing it but in a way it helped me. I could release all the pain and I wasn't hurting anyone in the process, just myself, you could say. Cutting my arm every once and awhile wasn't bad for me it helped me it helped the pain go away. But I never cut deep enough to leave harsh marks just enough to feel the sensation that helped me forget about all those nasty people.
Amy, yeah she was the only person I worried about seeing my arm, I never wanted her to notice it. She was my only friend and I couldn't lose her by scaring her off like this.
Cassie I didn't care what she thought, she would find something to make fun of either way so it didn't matter to me. Oh and her squad I don't care about them either, they are just basically her little pets, so what she says they say.
And my mom, yeah she wouldn't even notice if I put my arm up to her face and told her everything about it. She was always too drunk to function properly in any situation. It was either be totally shit faced or go to sleep for days. So there was no concern for her to say anything.
I was in this alone and I was going to keep it this way.
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Angel Wings
Teen FictionMy name is Caroline and I moved here about three months ago. I thought that being the new kid could be positive, new school, new you, new life, but I was wrong, it sucked. Everyday I come home crying only to be greeted by my drunk widowed mother.
