Ivy-
Just one more. It will be my last. I have probably said those words to myself a thousand times, bur never actually go by them.
I pressed the blade down on my skin as blood started to pour out. It makes me upset that I do this, but I just can't get myself to stop.
Cutting doesn't just feel good, it fixes me, it heals me.
It was currently 7:32 AM and school started at 8. I rushed to get ready. It really doesn't matter what I wear because I will get made fun of anyway, so I just through on a VS PINK sweatshirt and some leggings, and my black uggs. I left my hair natural. I put a little face makeup, but I never, and I mean never wear eye makeup, especially not to school.
I don't wear eye makeup because I always end up crying and then the makeup will just get EVERYWHERE and be a pain, so it's just easier if I don't wear any.
I ran out the door before my uncle woke up. I always walked to school. I liked the way the cool fall air felt. It made me feel a little bit better.
As I arrived to school the emotions started to come. I always felt horrible as I looked at the school that holds the people that tear me apart. Break down everything inside of me, and basically kill me. I try everyday to hold in the tears and put on a smile, but I can't. I'm just not one of those people that can hold in my emotions or else I will burst.
As I entered the school I felt sick to my stomach, as well as dizziness. I am used to these feelings, though.
I noticed I wasn't immediately thrown against the wall, or being covered in someone's drink. Why? Everyone always rushed to go have there daily fun with the school's punching bag. Why not today?
I noticed they were all crowding around this boy. He hade green eyes and brown hair. He was really tall and extremely cute. I guess he was new.
Then all of a sudden the memories started flooding to my brain, and back to the pool incident. I knew who this boy was I've seen him before, but who was he.
Christian?
A/N sorry for the really short chapter, but I think u guys will really like the next chapter. Also I will Try to update "forever" soon.
-Sophia💜
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I Quit
Non-FictionIvy is a 17 year old in high school. Her parents died just 2 months ago. Having no one else to stay with, she was forced to live in a tiny apartment with her abusive uncle. She has been struggling with depression and self harm for years now. Will s...