One day at school I was feeling alot better. I even cracked a couple smiles as I walked the corridor. But as I was walking into the classroom, I dropped my books on the ground, and every student in the room just seemed to point and laugh.
I couldn’t take this anymore, so I sent my boyfriend a text “I love you with my body, heart and soul to death”, he thought nothing, sent “I love you” and sent it back. But he had a feeling in his stomach that he didn’t like. Like something was terribly wrong. Like something really wrong was about to happen.
I skipped the next class. I went home. I couldn’t do this anymore. Everything is just getting too much for me. I was running upstairs to the bathroom; I thought to myself that I shouldn’t break my promise already. But I don’t care. I can’t take this anymore. I took out my razor blades and slit my wrist. 1 cut, 2 cuts, 3 cuts 4… the blood started dripping for the bathtub to the floor.
The feeling in her boyfriend’s stomach got worse, so he followed it, and ran down to her house to check if she was okay. The front door was open, and he heard the water running. He stormed into the bathroom and just stopped. All the blood form his face disappeared.
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baby dont cut!
Krótkie Opowiadaniathis story is about a 17 year old girl who struggles a bit. she is suicidal and depressed, and self harm. the story will involve selfharm so * TRIGGER WARNINGS* her whole world is crashing down on her, and she cant take it anymore. her boyfriend do...
