Delilah's Suicide

Chapter 2- Shelbie

"How could you?! You got me out! I'm gonna get you Delilah! And one day it won't be pretty!!!!" Shelbie yelled at me that day in 4th grade. I got her out in a game of hide and seek tag at recess. I didn't mean too. I just tried to talk to her, but apparently it got her out. I just wanted a friend. That's all a 4th grader wants. All she wants is a friend to play with and to talk to.

So where do I begin? A couple years later, apparently you had remembered that day. We were in the same class, and sense our last names were close you sat right behind me. You would write notes about me pass the around the room. You had no right to do that to me! You had told every body about how much of a slut and a gothic freak I was. It hurt terribly. One day you had saw little marks on my wrists and ankles. You laughed at me yelling, "Attention whore! Attention whore!" She had told the whole grade that I was cutting myself. When I walked through the hallway some people would stare at me. Some would laugh at me for the way I looked. And some would go around with a razor cut out of a piece of paper, and slide it across their wrists screaming in my face. "HEY GUYS!!! MY NAME IS DELILAH AND I AM A WHORE! I CUT FOR ALL OF THE ATTENTION!!!"

I would go to my locker and it would have whore, slut, attention hoe, cutter. Every bad word something or someone was on there. If you named it, it was on there.

One day Shelbie, saw me come in with a long sleeve shirt and bracelets on. She turned around to me boyfriend at the time that I cut myself for all the attention. Saying I have sex with so many guys. He looked pissed at me every time he would lay his eyes on me. He broke up with me later that day. It was official, I was living one big nightmare.