She grits back tears as the metal bites her skin leaving yet another mark, your so damn pathetic she mutters to herself, at a rough look she's about 14, black bob with a lime green streak and as thin as a rake. She suffers from anorexia, bulimia, depression and anxiety and spends most of her days comparing herself to others and wanting to die. Now back to the story pulling her black jersey down into her palm she wonders what could get her out of school today she had a "puking" bug which was actually binging and wondered if it could carry on today so she groans and flushes the toilet and says "mom I'm puking again" she replies your going to school so she slowly trudges upstairs to get dressed looking in the Mirror she fights to contain the emotion that's welling up behind her midnight blue eyes she weighs a mere 27 kgs and still wants to lose weight. she hears the dreaded toot and slowly trudges downstairs and grabs her iPod on the way plugging in the headphones and taking the first empty seat she sees she braces herself for the insults "what's with the long sleeves its summer" "why don't you just go die so we don't have to pretend to care anymore" "nobody likes you freak "but by then she's in her music induced coma and waits for the trip to end.
-after school-
She runs upstairs crying locking the bathroom door behind her she murmurs he's right I am a freak and yet he's the one guy she likes so she grabs a container of pills and slowly swallows them down her dry throat and waits for it to kick in "your all happy now she screeches" but then it's black.
Every minute 3 people commit suicide and normally it's from people aged 9-23 the sad thing is no one notices no one cares just like no one notices me drifting slowly away if you read till the end this stories about me just not the character.
