A/N: okay, I've had this written for a reallllllyyyyyy long time. But for some reason wattpad didn't want to let me upload it. But now that it's here, all I can really say is hope y'all enjoy it...yep haha byeeee
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Here I am, in my room, crying, holding the blade to my wrist. Why can't I do it? Why can't I cut this time? I've this so many times before...but now it's like I'm too scared to do it.
I cried even more after thinking of how weak I am. I'm so weak now that I can't even do what I've been doing for a year and a half. Ever since...no! I won't think about him anymore!
I threw my blade to a dark corner of my room, huddled with my knees close to my chest, and crying my eyes out. Why does he have to make me this way? Cant he see the pain hes causing me?! I felt my iPod vibrate, I took out my iPod, and read the name, "Emanuel". My heart sank as I read that name for a full minute. I threw my phone aginast the wall and began crying again. I didnt want to go to school...not if it meant I'd have to run into him. I didnt even realize that my mom had come into my room until I felt her arms wrap around my body. I looked up at her and cried harder. I dont like people to see me like this.
"Sweetie, its okay, dont worry, I understand that your boyfriend
Is being an asshole, just don't let him get to you. Don't let him get the upper hand," my mom said.
After that I just decided to go straight to bed. Not wanting to go to school tomorrow
