I was wrong, school didn't take my mind off of everything.
I found myself thinking about everything all day.
I can't do this no longer.
"The pain is only temporary." I tell my self while sliding the blade around my wrist. "Don't." I say as I slit one cut into my wrist. "Stop." I say again while cutting 3 more cuts. "I can't."
Tears fall onto the cut and a burn comes.
The burn and the pain soon go away.
I stare at my newly cut wrists and sob.
"Are you alright in there?" I hear a voice.
"Yep." I sniffle, and cover my wrist with toilet paper.
"Bella?" I hear the voice again. "Let me in." She commands.
"No, said I'm fine." I say again, even though I know I'm not.
"I'm coming in." She says and soon I see Gemma's head pop under the stall.
"Bella." She says calmly, covering her mouth.
She walks over and stares at my wrist, wipes my tears, and hugs me.
I didn't think I needed a hug, but I guess is did.
"Y-you never talk to me. Why do you care?" I stutter as Gemma pulls out of our hug.
"I care about anyone, especially if they go through pain so much that they resort to this."
"I can't do this." I repeat.
"What happened?" She asks.
I explain to her how my life sucks, and my mom, and how my dad is.
"Ya know what? Life sucks sometimes." She states.
"It does." I agree.
"Well sometimes, Bella, you just gotta suck it up, and move on with the day. The rest of us do, you should try it." Her advice sinks in. She's right. I guess everyone who doesn't cut has to deal with shit too. They all just suck it up. But how? How? How are they so strong?
"You okay?" Gemma interrupts my thoughts.
"Yeh, I think I am." I say, meaning it this time. I need to stay strong, even if it's forever, but pain isn't forever, unless you choose it to be.
(A/N sorry for the short chapter. its a strong one, I gotta say that. Hope you all had a great thanksgiving if you celebrate. I love you all!)
