Letting Go

Chapter Two-5 Years Earlier

Im the new kid, Zoey, Zoey Matthews. That 8th grader who isnt "normal". Im too shy to talk to anyone so everyone thinks I cant talk. Nobody has spoken to me in forever. My mom even knows when to talk to me. Dad isnt ever home. He wouldnt know anything. He cant remember my name, Zoey. Not Zoe, not Boe, Not Matthews, Zoey, not Elizabeth(My Middle name) and not ZoeZoe Matthew, Zoey. Nothing more or less. My sister, Belle is dating the new jocks little brother (Its preschool love) its cute. Belle is annoying. Like most children. Ive been dealing with depression for a few years. Nobody really likes me, I mean what do people expect. I sit at home and play IMVU and watch YouTube. I LOVE PewDiePie, BROFIST! My favorite food is Chicken Wings, I love my cat. I named her Fibi, I call her Super Cat or Super Fibi. Shes a hero. She saved my life, She loves me lots. I feed her a lot, shes gotten fat over the years, but I love her lots. Ive had two sleepovers in my life. People feel bad for me, so invite me to a sleepover. Meghan, the most popular girl in school, makes it hard to "Stay Strong".

When its time for bed, I sneak in a few cuts. One for each hateful thing said to me, either from myself, or from someone else. Then I let the blood drip onto my computer, while playing IMVU. At about 2:00AM every night, I fall asleep, After clearing my history of course.

My family is kinda rich, I have a huge bedroom, and it sucks. But I get money. I buy blades, when I need new ones.

~The Next Day~

I wake up, at 6:00AM, I eat Fruit Loops for breakfast. I love me some Fruit Loops. I dress in my cutest clothes. I heard theres a new kid! Maybe they'll talk to me?! Is it a boy? Is it a girl? The questions!! Will they bully me? Its making me eager.

I dress in my black crop top flower shirt, with daisys on it, I have a white tank top on under the crop top. I have skinny blue jeans, with black uggs on. I brush my teeth and do my hair. Mom feels the need to ask why I'm dressed so cute, I usually dress with ripped skinny jeans, blue jeans of course. With a long sleeve shirt, to cover up my scars.

I walked out to the bus stop, screaming to my mom, "Bye Mother! Love you! See you later!". I hear a response, "Stay strong sweetie! Its okay! Have fun!" A little smile finds my face.

The bus is cool, she lets us listen to music, and do whatever we want. I listen to "Warrior" by Demi Lovato. It explains me so much.