My story isn’t like most girls, music, makeup, shopping, no my absolute favourite thing to do is to slice, and dice. I grew up a happy young girl, very bright and bubbly. I never knew I would turn into the girl who no one likes… I thought I would have a great life, in hind sight I did suppose, always had food, clothes, everything I wanted.  Yet it still didn’t make me happy. I started to get sad, sad about everything I was always crying, screaming, sleeping. Barely eating, and if I could barely breathing. I didn’t notice at the time that it was something real, until his grown hand touched my young skin un- consensual, did I begin to feel.  That’s when I opened my eyes, when the police sirens sounded, I began to scream and cry and wish it wasn’t real. That fist night was when I knew I wouldn’t heal so I started my favourite thing, and sliced my wrist with a sewing needle. The pain was inexplicable but stopped the screaming sounds, back then I thought it was just a faze. I know better now.