My Savior {Ausmila Fan Fic}

Chapter 1

🎶Songs of Chapter:
You Don't Know Me by Ariana Grande
Red by Taylor Swift
Little Things by One Direction
Skyscraper by Demi Lovato
The Heart Wants What It Wants by Selena Gomez

Camila's POV

Just one more cut.

Psh yeah right.

One cut turned into 2. And 2 turned into 6.

You might be thinking 'Why are you doing this to yourself?'

Well let me tell you something, there's a million reasons why I should give up.

1) I'm a slut.

2) I'm worthless.

3) No one would care if I left this world.

4) No one loves me.

5) I'm too ugly.

6) I just want to die.

Slut.

Whore.

Worthless piece of shit.

Bitch.

Everyone calls me this every single day. These words just kinda stuck with me I guess. I know I shouldn't listen to them, but I can't help but believe them.

I got up from my bed and walked to the bathroom to go meet up with my friend.

The Blade.

I grab it and slowly slide down in the corner of my bathroom. The memories flood my mind and I start to cry. I place the blade over my scars, which are located on my wrist and continue on my forearm.

'Camila you're such a slut. Like no one would even care if you left this fucking world. Veronica, captain of the soccer team, sneered at me because I bumped into her.'

One cut.

'Watch where you're going bitch. Jake, captain of the football team, pushed me to the lockers.'

Two cuts.

'I feel bad for your parents. Trying to raise a girl as ugly as you. Jade, captain of the cheerleading team, laughed in my face.'

Three cuts.

'I bet you you're parents are always saying they need to go on a business trip just so they can get away from you because they don't love you. Actually, no one does. Katie, Jade's "side kick", said.'

Four cuts.

'Go die in a whole. Brad, captain of the soccer team, hissed.'

Five cuts.

'Cammy Cammy, she's fat as a hammy. Everyone in the cafeteria sang.'

Six cuts.

I just watched as the red liquid trickled down my skin and onto the white tiles.

Oh how I loved this feeling.

The feeling of your pain being released. Watching the red liquid I love to see, going down my skin.

My lips are wet with the salty tears that the salty memories created.

I get up and wash the fresh cuts with warm water. I wrap a bandage around my forearm.