Hate & love

Chapter 15

I ran to the orphanage. The lady was still at the desk. I knew she didn't want me here, I'm too crazy for her.

But I didn't care. I just want to die.

"Where's my room?"

She led me to it cautiously. I went in and plopped on the bed. I didn't know what to do.

I got up and went to my bag they sent from home. I went in and found some pencils and perfumes.

I took the sharpest pencil. I pushed it in my skin and dragged it across, opening some flesh. I sprayed the perfume in it for a sting, caused by the alchohol.

It didn't really hurt just stung. It wasn't satisfying enough. I found some earnings and stabbed the sharp end in my arm.

I looked through bag for something else. Good thing my mom didn't care if I hurt myself.

I had some sharp scizzors and rubbing alcohol. I cut my skin and poured the alcohol on it. It stung and I winced in pain.

I kept doing this. Until someone came in.

"Hate"

He sat next to me. He looked at my cuts, and sighed.

"Don't do this to yourself. You're beautiful. "

He made me blush and dropped the scizzors. I hugged him and he hugged back.

"Why doesn't anyone understand me?"

"I do."

"What happened to you earlier today."

"The voices said that you killed yourself. I though it was true. When you came to the doctors i didn't want my dad to say anything, I'm sorry."

"it's ok."

"I love you" He said 3 words nobody had ever said to me before.

"I love you too."