I crutched up to my room and slammed the door, locking it. I ran into my bathroom and made twenty cuts on both thighs and then seven cuts on both arms. I wrapped my cuts up and then slipped sweatpants and a swatshirt on. I hopped out into my room and up to my trophy case. I may never dance again.
I threw every trophy I have ever won on to the ground, I started crying as I did so. I then ripped every ribbon and medal off of the wall. I colapsed onto the ground in sobs. Why me? Why me?
There was a knock at the door. "Supper" I heard them say. I carfully got up and hopped into my bathroom. I cleaned up my face and hopped out, I grabbed my crutches and crutched down to the dinning hall, I sat at a table by myself and Amanda placed some food in front of me.
I slowly ate, everybody was laughing and having and good ole time. I stood up and crutched back up to my room. I sat on my bed.
I got bored of just sitting here so I crutched up to the studios and walked in the one my group was practicing in. I snuck over to the corner and sat down.
Lucas looked straight at me and I looked away, letting a tear slip free.
"London is everything alright" I looked up and saw Amanda, the group was still practicing, I shook my head no. She helped me up and hugged me, I started crying into her shoulder.
I pulled away and wipped my tears. "What's wrong sweetie?" she asked.
"Well everybody in this damn house hates me because I made one stupid fucking mistake, that I regret more than anything and now I may never do the one thing I love again" I said crying even more.
"London I may not know you that well but I do know that you are a fighter, you will dance again" she said, I smiled and hugged her.
"I hope so" I sighed pulling away.
"You wil" she said.
"Now, you go elevate that, I have to teach" she said, I nodded and crutched back up to my room.
