Inflicted

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Warning: This story is a bit serious , okay fine. This book is serious but please beware because this may contian a lot of craziness as the story goes on and everything so, I hope that's okay with you and I just want you to know. And I am extremely sorry if there are any grammatical errors. English is not my native language so I hope you understand.

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Schryzelle

I let my hand run against the cuts on my wrist, blood dripping from it. I know it hurts but I can't feel anything. I've become numb because I was dumb.

I let the water rush throught the fragments of my painful past. And then I heard a knock on the door.

"Zelle? Honey? Please come out. I brought dinner!" the voice said cheerfully . Ugh. She's here again. I hate her. She's so nice.. And kind, and annoying, gullible, did I mention annoying ? Oh I did. Yeah she's annoying not to mention bubbly.. and complety oblivious to what the world might do to her. Of how much pain can change people, how it can affect their their lives.

"Zelle! If you won't come out now, the food might get cold! What's taking you so damn long?" Great. Now she's annoyed. Ugh. Does she even have the slightest idea how annoying she is?

So instead of answering her , I stood up and changed my jeans to my pajamas, and then something caught my eye. A stuffed teddy bear. Huh. Isn't it ironic how people might think of it as a simple stuffed toy but for some people it means a lot more? I smiled to myself, out of all the things that changed, this might be the only thing that remained. My omly reminder of my once happy fairytale until reality pushed me back to the present. Psh , what the hell am I thinking? I ignored my thoughts ang got out of my room ready to face Miss Bubbly's endless rants.

"Geez Zelle. What took you so long? Do you know how awful this food may taste if it gets cold, and blah blah blah." I stop listening to her, see what I mean? I stared at her blankly and then she sighed finally stopping and finally giving up.

"Come on, let's just eat." Following her to the kitchen, I silently prayed she won't see the cuts on my wrist , 'cause if she do , I'm sure she'll be furious.

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We ate silently not uttering a single word. Mmm, she was right this food really is delicious. Gosh it's really yummy and-- my thoughts were interupted when I heard she dropped her spoon and fork. I stared at her. But she just glared at me-- wait no, more likely my wrist. What was wrong with my-- oh right.

"Have you been cutting again Zelle? Is that why you took so long in there? Why would you do that again Zelle?! Didn't I tell you to stop cut--"

"Why would I cut when there's no classes?" I answered her sarcastically. Trying to avoid answering her stupid questions.

"Oh don't you go sarcastic on me Missy! Didn't I tell you to stop ?! Do you really think that your--" I stopped her before she says anything again.

"What's it to you anyway? It's not like you care! Can you please stop pretending like you don't know the reason behind my actions?! You make it sound like it's so easy well news flashh. It isn't that's what! You don't know how I feel so stop f*ckin' pretending that you do!" I stood up leaving everything before she can react and went directly to my room. No. I won't cry. I'm done crying. I'm done trying. I'm done feeling.

My room. This is where I can escape everything. The thoughts, the insults, the pain, the problems. Yes I know. As cowardice as it may sound, that's one of the reasons why I love my room. I can escape all my problems and pretend that there's none.

You must be wondering who that girl outside was. Well I don't know her, she's just a stupid stranger lol no. She's Zeffaniah Clouds. She's bubbly , lively, and she's loved by everyone. I mentally scoffed . Well not everyone. A lot of girls are insecure of her beauty, and I hate her because she's so gullible, okay fine I don't hate her, its just that she's so innocent, so oblivious, so vulnerable.

And me? I'm her complete opposite. I'm Nora Schryzelle Greene and pain created who I am now. Pain changed me. And pain kept my foot to reality.

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