As I get home I open my door, and rush up the stairs. Mom and dad are at work, so No one is home but me. I get out my homework and my phone. I plug my headphones in, and start Doing my homework.
Once I'm done with everything, I log on to my computer and go on social media. I posted a picture of me earlier. The picture was of me and my cat ember. I guess I was expecting the hate comments, but today they really got to me. As I read through them I got upset and started to cry. But one comment caught my eye... "Why? Why are you still here? No one wants you." And that one really made me think? Why? Why am I here? No one loves me... No one ever will.
I just had enough.. So I went into the bathroom and opened the cupboards and found my dad's shaving razors. I took one, it's not like he would notice. As I shut and locked my door, I turned on "dark enough" then I rolled up my sleeves and pressed down as I dragged the cold piece of metal over my soft skin. I watch as the blood trickled down my arm, to be honest I felt good. I felt like I was in control of this. I felt numb before, and then I realized, I liked hurting myself, because I was in control for once.
After a couple more cuts I cleaned myself up and wrapped my arm. Know one knows I did this and no one will ever know. As I sit back down I look at myself in the mirror and said "you know their right Kate, you are fat." You have already cut yourself tonight, are you going to go purge next? You ask yourself. And you answer by getting off your bed walking into the bathroom and standing in the scale. The scale read 175, that number Disgusted you, as tears ran down your face, you leaned over the toilet and put your fingers down your throat. You watch as everything you ate came up, you felt better.
You flush the toilet and brush your teeth. You goal is to weigh 168 by next Friday, you know that's a lot of weight to lose, and it's going to be hard so you tell your self somedays I will only eat a little, then puke it up later, and somedays I will not eat at all.
You plug in your phone, put your pajamas on and shut off your light. You then craw up in bed and try and get some sleep.
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Romantic Suicide.
RomansaThis book is based on a girl who is bullied, and how she falls in love with a boy. In the end will she die? or will it be a Romantic Suicide where the boy saves her from her tragic life? Keep reading to find out.
