Insecurities

Chapter One

Hey guys, im trying to update a lot more but like school and shiz, yeah but..

Well heres chapter one

Hope you enjoy my suckish story about depression and life

Here we gooooooo.

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Ive decided my life is a complete mess, my moms dead, my dads in jail because of the dumb shit he does, and I live with my grandparents who don't give a crap about me.

I have 2 REAL friends who care about me, at least I think they do. My life is a roller coaster that only goes down. Never up... People talk to me like I'm a wall at school, just because I am depressed and self harm doesn't mean I am an idiot. Bullies are the people who want to make others miserable because their life is bad. My life sucks ass do you see me pushing kids into lockers? No.

I have attempted more times than I can count so I don't even know what to do anymore. Do I run away from home? Should I live with one of my friends? I can't take life anymore, it's sickening.

I wake up from a nap after school, my grandparents are not home they're both still at work. I go to the bathroom and lock the door. I grab my razor I hide under the cupboard, I rinse it off and look at my arm. There are so many scars I can't even count them. Gently, I lay the razor to my arm, then with a swipe of my hand, there's a cut, oh no... This one is too deep, I'm losing a lot of blood and no ones here to help, everything is becoming blurry, I drag myself to the living room and grab my phone. My hands are shaky and I almost dial the wrong number, I call my friend Georgie, I can barely talk
"G-Georgie I cut my arm really deep a-and I need you to get here as f-fast as you c-can!"
"Rosie are you okay? ANS-" that's when everything went black.