Cutting For Pleasure.

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I quickly get off the bus, and go into my house trying to look calm for anybody who was watching me from the bus,
I slam the door, throw my jacket on the floor and run up the stairs, tears rushing down my face, throat aching.

Things they said are running through my mind repeatedly. I lock my door, and throw my backpack against the wall. I throw myself on my bed and sink my face into the pillow. Makeup rushing down my face onto my pillow.

I stop everything. Sit up. And stare at my wall.
I quickly open my side drawer, and lift up a paper, revealing my shiny blade. I slowly reach and pick it up, gliding it across my skin gently, not enough to draw blood, I think for a second..

Thoughts: ~You're fat. You don't even deserve to live. Nobody could ever love you. I mean look at yourself. You're ugly. Disgusting elephant.~

I violently swipe the blade across my skin. Blood rushing down my arm. I whimper quietly. It burns, But it's satisfying.

Self Harm - Beau Brooks FanfictionOnde as histórias ganham vida. Descobre agora