I'm so close to the end. I could end all of my painful suffering at this exact moment. All I need is a knife and a bathtub. It can't be that hard. Nail scissors could get the job done. What would people say then? My hand flies through the drawer and swiftly pulls out the tiny nail scissors. The happy, colorful stickers remind me of my little sisters. How would they react? "Lizzie!" I hear a high voice yell, "it's my turn in the bathroom!". My mask has worked so far; my family has no idea. They know nothing. The kids at school have treated me like this for months now. It's been torture, complete hell.
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The Diary of Elizabeth Rose
JugendliteraturThis isn't just another story about suicide and self harm. This is the life of Elizabeth Rose Jackson. She's a little rough around the edges, but that's what makes her special. Let's take a journey into Lizzie's world. Walk in her shoes. See how...
