I watched as the blood from my cuts on my wrist hit my bathroom floor and started to create a puddle. I sat there emotionless just looking at the puddle of blood. I just don't know what to do with myself anymore. Why am I not good enough? I try so hard to be perfect... I know, nobody is perfect but to me I have I try. I'm just so tired of being useless, ugly, fat, lonely, and much more. I got up from the bathroom floor and started to clean up the blood and the mess I made. After I finished, I look at the reflection of my face in the mirror noticing that my eyes are really puffy from crying. "You're so pathetic." I whispered to myself and walked out of my bathroom. I crawled myself into my bed and bawled up underneath my covers and started to cry myself to sleep knowing that I don't want to see the next day.
~Next Day~
I woke up feeling very weak but I had to get up and get ready because I had school today... Just great! At school I'm not really bullied it's just... It's complicated. I got up from my bed and walked to my closet. I have all types of clothes but on most days I wear baggy stuff like sweat pants and sweat jackets to not show my fat. On most days I try my hardest to not eat and I walk to school and home from school to lose some pounds. Right now I'm around 100 pounds and my collarbones barely show. I need for my collarbones to show more, my thighs slimmer, my fat to just go all away, you know? All I drink is water but food, I can't really control of I eat or not because it's just so hard. I grab my backpack and start to go down stairs. I walked to the refrigerator to get my bottle water and grabbed an apple to eat for the day. Then I left the house and started to walk to school. School wasn't that far so I got there in no time.
I arrived at school and headed to my locked to get my stuff for first period. "Jazminè!" I heard someone shout my name. I knew that voice and it was my best friend Maria.
"Why didn't you answer my calls and text messages last night?" She asked.
"I went to bed early..." I stated.
"Jaz, I know you to well. Now tell me... Wait, did it happen again?" She asked quite worried.
"...ugh-(GCO)" that's when the bell rang.
"Got to go to class" I said as I started to speed walk.
"Haha, I'm not done with you!" She yelled loud enough for me to hear. I just don't like talking about it. You know, my problems. I want to get it out but I'm just so used to keeping it to myself. My first period is math and it's not that bad, Ive always been good at it. I sit towards the back of the class but that's where I feel the most comfortable.
:Jacob's P.O.V.:
Brightside High I read on top of the school. This is going to be the second school for High school that I've been to. My other three friends Craig, Rayan, and Chresanto are still at the other high school that we started at. I transferred because... Well it doesn't really matter.
I walked into the front office to get my schedule and I was already late, I hate being late and plus I'm the new kid. That's fucking awesome *sarcasm* So my first period that I have is math but I don't have a clue where that is and this school is HUGE. I looked at the paper to find the room number and started to look at the doors of the school to find the right room.
:Jazminè's P.O.V.:
I raised my hand, "Can I go to the bathroom?" I asked. "I don't know can you go to the bathroom?" The teacher said. "SMASHH!" I heard the majority of the class say. I hate when people say shit like what the teacher said to me. And my class is just immature. "May I go to the bathroom?" I asked aggravated. "Yes you may." She said as she continued with her lesson. I walked out the classroom annoyed and started to walk my way to the bathroom till I saw someone I've never seen before with a curly afro who was hella cute but I know that I could never have someone like that. This school is big so I don't know if he's new or not but he looked like he was searching for something.
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This is my first story! I really hope you like the start of it.
