My name is Elisabeth Cheré Beckingham. I'm 16 years old and I go to Eastwood High, I wouldn't say my life is normal- of course it isn't. It's just that I- okay, I have a little human or voice in my head- I know, I know! It sounds pretty outlandish, but I swear I'm not going crazy.
When I think of this human I think of a dark, muddy, gritty puddle. It's one of those things where it looks very intriguing to the point where you have the urge to touch it. To just see what it feels like. Even for one second. Your mind thinks it's going to be completely harmless if you make any contact with it, but that's not the case. When you touch it, your skin gets infected and during your life, it gets darker, and darker. There's also blades in this evil gritty mud, the blades cut you and sink into your skin. It stays forever. You can feel your insides getting cut forever. Don't worry, it gets better over time- if you actually do something about it. Some people get it and they get so used to it that they feel weird and odd when they don't feel it, sometimes it's the complete opposite. Some people are born with it and they don't even notice it, over time it gets worse and they don't even do anything about it.
It's so cruel, but yet so common. Why do these things exist on this planet I live on named Nezime, I don't understand. Why can't people not have cut insides and be happy? I think there's a name for it, but I can't remember what it is called.
I let the drops of water absorb in my fingertips, and the excess run down my pale and soft hands. I feel cold. I look at the walls and I whisper to myself, "gosh, whenever I go to somebody else's house there washroom is so much nicer than mine," why is everything so much nicer when I come into a new environment? I confuse myself sometimes. I hear the drops of water falling into the sink. I finish washing my hands, and go to see my friends.
I walk out and see my friends Ava, Elissa, and Emma. I'm so glad they're here, I've been feeling the knives all day, they're fading away now that they're here. Ava, Elissa and Emma have the blades as well. Ava got them when she was 6, Elissa got them at 14, and Emma got it at 3. Everybody technically has them here on Nezime.
"Maybe they aren't your friends," Margo tells me. Margo is my friend.
M̵̢̰͖̤̩͍̱͇̂̓y̸̛̟̅̈́̂͘ ̶̯̪̹̯͈̙͋̓̈́̓̾͒̆̎͠ḟ̵̮͍̭͌͗̀͌̄͑͘r̴̨͖͖̩͉͖͙̣̲̋́̚̚͜͝ḯ̴͎̫̹͕̹̤̭͇̒͛̅̂ẻ̶̤̤͐̾̈́͌̕ņ̷͇̫̳͔͓̫̤̈́̅d̷̡͕̬͂͌̀̈́͌͂͊͌̀ ̴̨̭͖̩̜͚͎̙̪̲̏̂̄͛̇͆͂̚͠o̵̝̩̼̪̼͗͐͋́̾n̵͚͈͎̘͕͔͙̭̫͗́̓̂̀͆́̇͘͜l̸̳͖̺̟̗̭̦͊̀̆ÿ̴̥̂̏̇̾̍͛̌͘.̴̘̮͚̫̭͌
Only I can be her friend. Only me.
