Jules's Pov:
I'm not gonna get in to all of the details,buttt all you need to know is that we're grounded.
The other two are in much more trouble than me though.They got their phones taken away and they had to beg for Leonardos forgiveness. On their knees.
I still have my phone,because luckily they dont even know about my iPhone 8.They bought me a new phone,but I barely used it anyways and all of my stuff is on the 8 because i'm to lazy to transfer it all.Maybe I'll do it when I get my phone back.
Anyways I also am only grounded for 1 week while the guys are grounded for 3.
But I don't care,i don't even know these douches,so I'm currently on my way to Alex's house to have some funn.I'll be quick though,I dont want to be grounded for ANOTHER week.
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8:35 pm(5 hours later)
TW
I've been home for about 3 or 4 hours.
And luckily for me I've also been stuck in my room with my own thought for 3 or 4 hours.
It's driving me insane.
I need to do something about it.So I'll do the only thing i'm used to doing.
Self destruction.
Don't blame for doing this,my stash was practically shouting my name and the blades,well they haven't been spamming me
with messages for the past couple of months.
They're like old familiar friends.I find comfort in them.
I've stayed away from them because they're a bad influence,but right now I need them. They've always been good at comforting me.
They were there when nobody else was. Our bond is unbreakable,no matter how hard I try to stay away from them.
My vision is blurry,I feel nothing. Nothing at all.I only feel the blade go deeper and deeper into my thighs,almost as deep as the hatred that I have for myself.
But the hatred I have for myself is so deep that it can't even be described in words and it can't be replicated by any amount self inflicted pain or any amount of scars.
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Ive been sitting in a pool of my own blood for a about a hour now.
It's time to clean myself up now I guess.
After taking a shower and wrapping myself up in bandages ,I quickly got rid of the evidence of my self harm and any evidence of the substances I was using.
Gosh I'm so pathetic.I'm so weak that I can barely cope with what happened. There are so many people going through so much worse.And here I am bitching and moaning about something that was never that serious.
I deserved it after all.
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