Another cut. Another. Another. And another. No one cares and no one would. As the blood drips down my arm, I lean against the sink and sob.
Fat. Ugly. Slut. Whore. Gross. Go die. Kill yourself.
The names they call me float through my head. Why am I alive anyway? I have no friends and my dad wouldn't care. My parents got divorced 4 years ago when I was 13. I live with my dad and my little brother lives with my mom. My mom used to care. Now she doesn't talk to me. Stopped all contact.I clean the blood off my wrist over the sink. I wrap it up and pull my sleeve over it. Grabbing the blade, I shove it back in the drawer. You can hear my dad with another girl from here. Ignoring it, I walk to my room. I grab earphone and drone them out, soon falling asleep.
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Suicidally Loved
Teen FictionTRIGGER . Anna has the worst life. Cutting is the answer for her. Will she will herself to trust Adrian? Will he stop her hurt? Or will she go through with it anyway?