Broken

The nightmare continues

The friendship is broken,
The cuts have started again.
She has left,
I've lost my best friend.

I starred at her picture. I just fixed my eves on her. Her eyes shone like the bright blue sky, with the brightest star caught in a glimpse. Her smile reminded me of the good times, it made me forget the bad and put a smile on me. Her hair was the colour of beauty, it was like the sun on an Angels head and i was fixated on the beauty she has. Then I blocked her... I seen her pictures everyday, her statuses on facebook and stories on snapchat, I reminded me that I didn't have her, she was my best friend but I wanted more than that.

Days went past and I missed her seeing her so much, we didn't go to the same school but we both did the same after school activity. I finally decided to re-friend her on everything and go back to lusting after her. I slowly re-added her to everywhere I had deleted her, re-put the picture of her and me as my lock screen picture.

Shortly, I got a mail from her asking why I had done this, I tried to ignore and change the subject but she was determined to find out. I told her that it was driving me insane seeing her picture everyday and not having her, seeing things she says but not hearing her say them. She was going out with another boy, my heart broke and I just sat in my room looking at my self, wondering what was wrong with me, what turned every girl off of me. Soon my friend Jenny felt betrayed as I tried explaining to her and she told me that I had my wish and the deleted me. I tried everyday I could to speak to her but nothing worked, she did what I had done to her.

Overnight, I had tried to sleep it off and work it through in my head but nothing worked, I woke up to a pile of homework and I started. I had to write an extended writing piece for Social on Slavery. I started to sharpen my pencil and then I saw it, the blade was just sitting there, a screwdriver was just downstairs and it was only me and my sister in. I ran downstairs, checking for Amy, she wasn't their so I opened the cupboard, grabbed the screwdriver and sat back down in my room. I unscrewed the blade from the big part of the sharpener and placed it on my left arm. A tear ran down my face and I scoured my skin, it wasn't too deep, just a lighter one. Again and again I slashed my skin until I had 5 scars, I stopped and put the blade down this was enough... For now...

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Sorry I haven't updated for a while, been busy, and I've had an English novel to write. And I, sorry this chapter isn't long, just needed to get it out