I ran home crying my eyes out.
"Why couldn't I be treated like everyone else?" I asked myself.
I ran into the bathroom and checked the mirror only to see that y mascara had run down my face and my hair was a mess. I had taken off my jacket to reveal all the cuts that I had kept hidden from the outside world, and I started to re-open them. I about opened the last one before I heard the door open. I had to think up and excuse for being like this. I quickly put my jacket back on adn wiped my face with water.
"I'm home!" my mom shouted as she entered the house.
"I'm in the bathroom!" I replied, "I'm going to take a walk after I'm done, okay?"
"That's alright! How was school?" she asked.
"It was great!" I lied.
I quickly rushed out of the bathroom and then the front door. I walked over towards the bridge with my head down. When I got to it I made sure that I wasn't being watched and I stood on the edge.
"What would anyone do if they found me at the bottom... Nothing..."
Then I took a step forward
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Unwanted and alone
Non-FictionIvy Armstead is constantly being bullied because she is suicidal and has no friends. One day she is called into the office to hear some "good" news. She's going to go to a different school! Hopefully everything will be better when she leaves...
