I was crying once again. I slammed my door and throw open my draw. I heard my mother running up the stairs. I screamed for her to stay out. I fell to the floor and chucked my phone at my mirror. It shattered and feel. I grabbed a part and took it to my wrist. I moved quickly until my whole arm turned red. I was scaring myself and others. I watched the blood gush out. I was tried of it. Why was it me? Never Kelly or Devin. I slowly fell asleep fully aware of my arm.
When I woke up I was alone. The word hurt me. I looked at the shattered glass and back at my arm. The blood had bled onto my shirt. I looked back as my door. My life was done for. I was over. I grabbed my jacket and left. I picked up my phone and turned it on. I was surprised after throwing it like I did. I ran out the door before my step mom could even ask where I was going. I screamed my pain away. I heard footsteps. I ran behind a garbage. I waited and waited and finally feel asleep.
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