11/10/13
Dear Ashton,
I'm tired of telling everyone "I'm fine"
Sure, I used to have friends, but that was before the self harm.
I found myself jerking away from their touch, as if their hand was dipped in poison.
I was terrified that they would find out, I was terrified that they would feel the scars beneath my clothing.
Maybe it was because I was scared, maybe it was because the slashes stung so bad to the touch.
They started drifting away from me.
They were scared of me.
I lived in constant fear.
I still do.
Im not fine Ashton.
I don't think I ever will be.
I started wearing more bracelets around my wrists.
While in classes my skin itches so bad, it itches for the blade.
I try to scratch the surface through my bracelets, but all it does is sting and burn.
I love the pain.
It's a feeling of release.
A feeling of release no one around me will understand.
Everyone hates me anyway, why does it matter.
My mother hates me, my peers hate me, I hate me.
It wouldn't matter if I cut a little too deep one day.
The only thing stopping me is you Ashton.
Why can't you be the one to save me.
Why can't you be here with me?
XO-Anabell
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Painful Letters
FanfictionA story in which a girl is so broken, she turns to the only happiness she knows Ashton Fletcher Irwin Even though this one boy, Has no idea she even walks this earth.
