My body is my canvas. It tells a story of a girl who is marked by a devil for death. It is the price of silence day after day I wait for a savor to hear my desperate plea, yet eerie silence is what echoes. So, as I wait, I draw, and my body is my canvas. My paint brush is the blade that digs into the skin until the blood slowly trickles down my thighs, and arms. It is the blood that seems to make it ,all better, at least for a short while. For each drop of blood, represents a puzzle piece of pain, oozing out of my shattered glass heart. But each master piece his a hidden work of art. For no one can see what is painted on her legs, thighs, sides, or stomach. The canvas plays a game of hide and seek, where it doesn't dare come for a peek.
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This is unfinished and pertains to go how it feels to deal with depression, anxiety, death, and other hardships. More to be added.
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CAUTION: May be triggering for some readers.
Molly.
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 overweighted.
In school he's the popular quarterback and he fullfills every cliché exsiting.
Chase's target is Molly. He's the bully. He destroys her entire life. But when he realises, what he's doing can end another life, because of the same reason.. he starts to overthink his actions...
What will happen when his mind and actions change.
What made him change.
And what will he do with her when he is not bullying her.
How will Molly react.
What will she think about this sudden change.
(Contents Selfharm, Depression and suicidal thoughts please read at your own risk. You are loved❤️)