How I Learned to Love Myself{DISCONTINUED}

It was always about Mike. Never about myself, but his face when he found me on the floor. The tears in his eyes. All the blood he saw. The pills and blood pooling around me. He started screaming for mom and dad. They rushed in horrified at my state. Mom had the medics on the phone, they would be here as soon as the could. Dad swinging over to tie my wrist to stop the bleeding. The medics rushed in, and gasped at how badly I managed to cut myself. They put my in the stretcher, and carried me away.

I was bullied to the point of feeling non-existent. I soon realized that physical pain felt good to duel the pain of being invisible. Then finally, one night, I opened up my right wrist, and took way too many pills, so that the medics would have a harder time saving me. I didn't want to be saved. I wanted to die. I wanted to be gone forever.

*DISCLAIMER:: THIS BOOK SAYS DISCONTINUED, HOWEVER I MARKED IT AS COMPLETE. IF YOU READ THE LAST CHAPTER(don't skip the story, you egg) IT DOES MAKE SENSE. THANK YOU TO NAWAAL FOR INTRODUCING ME TO THIS SITE, AND MAKING THIS MY FIRST BOOK*