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I shot up, tooke my things and sprinted through the hallway out of this room. Miss Anderson didn't come anyways. I ran to the toilets. I took a random cabin and locked the door. Thank god no one needs to use the bathroom.
After controlling my breath from this marathon, I can't hold back my tears anymore. This was just to much.
My lips started trembling, my eyes started watering and the first sobs are following.
Now everything is just so overwhelming I am crying harder than ever.I can't control my crying, my breathing, my volume or my movements.
I didn't notice packing out my "first-aid-kit". I was looking for my razor blade. Ah, there it is.
The razor blade touched my skin. I pointed it to my skin and let it sink in slowly. The burn and the pain gave the skin become goosebumpsy.
I let my skin get used to the feeling.
Now I pull it out.
I apply the blade to my skin again and pulled another time.
Then another time.
And another time
Once again
Twice again.I'm numb. Neither do I feel the physical pain or the pain Chase and other people cause me day for day. I don't feel anything.
Am I even worth enough to feel anything?
My lip started trembling again.
My sobs and crying follow.I am not even worth breathing.
Why not just end everything?
Where this shit began is where I am going to end this.But not today. I am leaving with a bang! Everyone will remember me.
I packed up my blades cleaned my wound and put a bandage around my leg.
Yes. My leg. Doesn't mean i don't do that on my Arms aswell but I have my reasons.I grabbed my bag and hurried back to class. I am 5 minutes late which will cause a lot of trouble but what needed to be done is now done.
My class right now is geography which i am absolutely amazing at - not to sound stupid - but my teacher as usually does not want to - i dont know- accept that?
I ignored the dumb comments or disgusted stares or some creepy whispers.
Let's just hope school will be over soon..-
FINALLYYY!!!
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I am heading home changing into my work clothes and than off to work.
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Arriving at the diner I can already see the trucks and cars everywhere. Awww man. My day was absolut trash. Why does my evening needs to be destroyed too.Alright Molly, a little motivation pleaseee!!
Okay motivated after being suicidal.. Easy.With my head held high, I am entering the Diner. The warmth wraps around my body.
I can spot people from school sitting in a booth still not having food or drinks oh damn.. Why do they have to be in my area.
Maybe Louise will serve them. Oh pretty please.. I can already sense a disaster.I'm walking to the back of the Diner to wash my hands. I dried them turned around and walkes to the front. Let's go..
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It's Molly and not Trolly
RomanceMolly. A young teenage girl struggling with her weight. People in school often call her "Trolly" - it's like her nickname. In school she's a popular victim. Chase. A young teenage boy. Lost his mother a year ago. She died because she was overweigh...