Self harm

Chapter one

She put her head phones in and walked quickly home from school. She ignored the world as she walked fast with her music in full blast. She was wearing black skinnies, a black Adidas hoodie, a plain white top under the hoodie and black vans. She had long straight black hair and pale skin. She wore heavy black make up around her eyes. Her fringe covered one of her eyes and eyebrows. She ruffled her hand through her fringe occasionally to push it off of her face. She eventually got home. She knocked in the door but there was no answer. She took the key out of her pocket and unlocked the door. She kicked her shoes of and ran upstairs. Nobody was home. It wasn't a surprise to her though. She didn't care. Her mum was disgusting towards her and so was her brother. Her mum was always down the pub and her brother was either at the skate park or at the pub with her mum. She put her bag down next to her wardrobe and sat on her bed. Tears began to roll down her face and she over thought her day. Her week. Her life. She didn't have many friends at all. Pretty much everyone bullied her. Her dad passed away 11 years ago when she was just 4 years old. Her mum accused her of everything and called her names and abused her in a regular basis. Her brother always told her how worthless she was. These things went round and round in her head. She stood up and went over to her side. On the side was a small black box. She took the box to the bathroom and locked the door. She sat on the floor and opened the box. Inside the box was many different blades from razors and pencil sharpeners. Each blade was slightly stained with blood. She sat against the wall and dragged a blade across her skin making a deep red line each time. The blood dropped down her arm. She felt alive again. She felt like she had control of something. She cut 12 times and then went to the sink and washed the blood away. She was back to the real world and her arm began to sting. She rinsed the blade of and put it back into the box. She unlocked the bathroom door and as she did the front door also unlocked. Her mum and brother was home. She quickly and quietly ran back to her room and sat on her bed with her phone in her hand. Her arm was stinging but her jumper was covering the cuts and the blood that covered her arm.