Harm

"Hello," I said to the people grouped around me.

"My name is Addison Michals, I am seventeen and attend monté high.I am a cheerleader and volleyball player, I live in the wealthier part of town and have one actual friend.I live with my Gran.By actual I mean one that cares about how I end up and one who knows about me and what I can do. There's no name for someone like me, or anyone else who's like me in fact. I can't die, I can't feel pain and I can't get hurt." I said to the people sitting in their chairs, forming a circle. I am joining a support group.

" I met this guy and I think I might like him but I'm not to sure tho-" I started but was quickly interrupted by a boy of the age 16.

"What do you mean you can't die everyone can, I think you need to be taken to a funny farm if you seriously think that," he said.

I grinned at his pointless words. If I had a quarter for every time someone said that I wouldn't be broke.

"If you want I could prove it?" I said and pulled out a knife.