I stood in the school bathroom staring in the mirror at my face. This is not the girl I am. I didn't go through all I have just to be pushed around. But in the end the depression always wins. That little voice in my head nagging me, telling me i deserved it.
I pull my razor out of my bag and set my bag on the counter. I put the blade lightly against my wrist and
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I press the blade as deep as possible, holding back all of the tears. As the words run through my head : whore! Bitch! Your fat! Hideous! It's your fault! You deserve this! You caused this!
I continue to create multiple cuts on my wrist. Not one tear falls. I've mastered that. Holding them all in.
I feel the blade digging into my wrist and cringe, but still don't pull away. I continue to push the blade deeper until i hear the door open and someone begins crying. I pull the blade away and open my eyes to see......
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RomanceKat's biggest worry growing up has always been her brother. From protecting him from bullies to compforting him through their parents divorce, Mat has always been a main focus for his older sister. But when Kat gets the opporotunity of a LIFE TIME f...
