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Where It All Started ||Michael Clifford||
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Ongoing, First published Sep 08, 2014
I can't take it anymore, it's just to much, everyone will be better off without me. I lean my head on the brick of the back of the school. Tears rolling down my face, I pull up my sleeve and take off the braclets. I will finally be free. I take the small blade out of the little box I had in the bottom of my bag. I make a few slits feeling sensational sting. I continue on making more cuts, I can feel my self getting dizzy, but I keep making more, cutting deeper each time. " Hey uhhh, oh my god what are you doing, you need help." I was slowly slipping away. The last thing I remember before I lost consciousness was the guy caring me to a black car.
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I had always thought highly of myself. I always made good grades, always the good child. Mom let me stay out past 3 because she knew that I was making "good choices". Well they used to be "good choices" till I was in my senior year of College. When you see 'Mean Girls', it is nothing compared to what I go through. I did things. Things that my mother wouldn't think would be "good choices". I then met the lovable Ashton Irwin. I looked down at his wrists... cutting scars. I looked at my wrists... fresh cuts. I looked up at his concerned face. "I guess I need to be your broken bandage." "YOU JUST HAVE TO PUSH EVERYONE AWAY FROM YOU, PRIMROSE! INCLUDING ME! IF you just were going to let dangle by a string then cut me off... you could've let me hold the scissors." I sniffed into the camera, "Goodbye world. It was nice knowing ya." I turned off the camera and looked at the pills in my hands. Goodbye Ashton. I never wanted to push you away.