Right so this story is about a 19 year old girl named Dylan ....
Dylan's p.o.v
shit shit shit shit shit shit I thought to myself as I put the blade in my wrist on more time "what the actual fuck have I done" I spoke hoping no one could hear school is in one week and I'm going back with scars on my wrists no one is going to bully me (sarcasm) right I'll talk to my Becca she always helps me out
Becca's p.o.v
right so I'll post one more pic on instagram I wonder why Dylan hasn't posted lately hmmmm *bring bring* oh well someone has kiked me
-I need help- Dylan
-what have you done now-Becca
-that's the thing I don't know how to tell you- Dylan
-you haven't have you- Becca
-what...?- Dylan
-send me a picture of your wrists- Becca
-No- Dylan
-OMFG DYLAN YOU EMO CUTTER NEVER TALK TO ME AGAIN THATS SO GROSS I'M TELLING EVERYONE IN SCHOOL EMO SCUM BAG- Becca
omfg Dylan's a emo everyone she cuts her wrists for no reason everyone hate her *click*
now that I've updated my Facebook what should I do hmmm.....
Dylan's p.o.v
*crying and shacking violently*
mum: DYLAN OPEN THIS DOOR OR WE'LL KNOCK IT DOWN
dad: Dylan please tell us why your upset
dylan: I CANT YOU DONT UNDERSTAND NO ONE DOES
*the parents hear the sound of a window opening*
dad: DYLAN WHAT ARE YOU DOING
Dylan: you wouldn't understand no one understands ......
