Evelynn's P.O.V
I drag my feet across the floor, hoping to just collapse and die.
I'm not ready for school. I don't want to go there. It's just hell on earth.
Sweatshirt, Jeans, converse, curled hair, Beanie, jacket, and a smile. Check.
My morning routine is to always make sure I look like my best to the world when I'm actually dieing inside.
No one cares about me, or how I feel. Its always about how others feel.
Sometimes, I get so close to cutting the main vein in my wrist, but always chicken out. My tears stop me. Even though the pain feels so amazing, I can never do it.
Just one cut. That's all. That's all it'll take to end it all. End the pain. One little, deep cut.
The pain is beautiful.
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I'm Fine
General Fiction“Hey! How are you?” Your friend asks as she sees you in class “I'm fine," you reply with a [fake] smile. "I'm fine" is the answer to these questions, only we know it's not true. We live life saying "I'm fine" when really all we want to do is escape...
