"CHARLIE!!!!" he yelled. I hated my name. I looked behind him in the mirror. A black haired girl . Fat so fat. so ugly. ugly ugly ugly. I sticked the razor farther up my arm. "DONT CHARLIE!!!" he yelled. it just made me do it more. He picked me up sitting me on the sink. "give me that" He said in a i dont give a fuck tone. We wrestled for awhile for the razor. I watched as he took the razor out of my hands walking to the stall. I watched him throw it down the toilet. I watched him flush it. I stared. Anger boiled over me. I run up pushing him to the side and saw nothing. i was burning mad. I balled my fists into balls and flung a punch to the side of his head but only connected with th wall. We stared into each others eyes. "dont ever fuckin do that again Charlie dont ever cut because your beautfiul your already skinny as fuck ur beautiful like anything in the world please if you kill yourself ill be lost" He murmured the last part. I mentally shoved him down the toilet. Anger still burned inside me. who could love THIS!!!!!! i thrusted my arms to the mirror showing myself. He caressed my cheek. "your beautiful" he whispered he pressed our foreheads together. I ripped out of his arms running to the mirror and suddenly i heard shattering i opened my eyes to see an empty space. Only KC's image was there. I stared at KC. He looked angrily at me pushing me onto the wall kissing me on the lips. The only image in my mind showed my plan.. my plan of killing myself. "please..please...don't do it" I pushed him away i tried talking but from the last attempt of suicide my vocal cords are weak. "dont bother" i managed. I walked off wiping my mouth. I wasnt important. i wasnt important to anyone. So why and try to make me like the rest of the people. I walked down the hall. I looked at the bulletin word and words grabbed my attention. 'i give up'