*Laura's POV*
I've never ever been the confident type. I've kept myself to myself, all my life. So, you can understand why it was weird for everyone to suddenly know my business.
I hated it. Everybody knowing my deepest secret. People looked at me differently. People muttered things about me to their friends. Not that they didn't do that before. But these were nasty things. Things like 'I don't see why she didn't finish herself off', and 'I could help her if she wants to die'.
It was horrible.
No. Not horrible. It was disgusting. How could those people, who I'd once looked up to, who I'd once longed to be like, how could they treat me like some sort of freak, because of the way that people like them had made me feel?
I just didn't understand.
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The next few weeks were the slowest of my life.
I had no friends.
I had nobody to turn to.
The only thing I did have were fresh, new scars on my wrists.
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Hurting
Teen FictionLaura is a seventeen year old girl, who falls in love with the wrong person. Will her ex Best Friend's evil plan be the thing to finally break her? Will it be her first Heartache? Or are they the same thing?
