I woke up with a start to find that it was all a dream. Running away was a dream. Alex was a dream. I sat there on my bed, crying, not knowing what to do. I had school also, and I knew that I was going to get bullied the fuck out of. I got out of bed, nearly fainted because I hadn't eaten for the past 3 days, and walked quietly down the stairs, ignoring my mum passed out on the bathroom floor. I went down to the boiler and heated it once again and once it was hot, I made my way to the bathroom. I shook my mother but she wouldn't move. There was needles on the floor, surrounding her. She has overdosed on drugs. Great. I lifted her up and carried her to her single bed, covering her up with her thin duvet. As soon as she looked comfy, I walked out and went into my room. I couldn't carry on like this. I couldn't put up with this pain. I grabbed my blade from the bedside table and sliced my arm open, letting it drip down my legs. I felt alive. The warm blood trickled down onto the wooden floorboards, seeping through the gap. I enjoyed seeing it escape me. I enjoyed seeing myself suffer...
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Dying inside
HorrorRose Black is a 13 year old, suicudal, depressed girl. Her mum hates her, and so does everyone else. She gets thrown out of her house and looks for family. On the way she meets Mason, an older rebel boy who leads her to a gang of rebellious teenager...
