Last summer I was happy. Last summer was the last time I actually smiled. My name is maryah. I'm only 13. Its pretty sad the world can fuck you this early.
At the beginning of last summer my best friend started cutting. I didn't understand why. I thought cutting was crazy and pointless. That it only made things worse. She kept telling me thats its like a drug. As stupid as I was I never listened. I thought she was just messing with me. That she was okay and just doing it for attention.
Then around mid summer every thing just started hitting me. The pain grew worse and worse but I was to proud to addmit I hurt. So I bottled it all up. It only got worse. Then I cut. Small one time not even deep on my wrist. It made the pain go from mental to physical. I liked it. So I did it again. That night I stayed up till 6:00 a.m. crying and crying to no end.
Weeks went by and I was the saddest I have ever been. The cutting became an every day thing and they got deeper and deeper. I became quiet. I never talked. I hated talking. I wore long sleaves and bracelets.
A little past mid summer I was sitting on the couch wearing a t-shirt because it was so hot. I lifted my left arm to move my hair off my neck and my mom looked over and saw my cuts. She yanked my arm down and yelled at me over and over, "WHAT IS THIS? HUH??!" I refused to cry look at her or answer. She gripped my wrist harder and yelled, "answer me!" I looked at the door and whisperd, "marks".
She yelled even louder "from what?!" Tears grew in my eyes, "WHAT DO YOU THINK!?" Tears streamed down my face. I couldn't help it.
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To be continued...
