I went home sick that day. I went home sick after spending the day with my counselor. I got home, laid in bed, and cried. I cried till I couldn't anymore. I cried till my voice was hoarse and it hurt to take a breath.
My mom knocked on the door to say she was going out and would be back shorty. I waited till I heard the door shut. Then I reacted.
I grabbed my notebook off the nightstand and wrote a list. I wrote a list of me. I wrote the list everyone thinks I am.
1. Slut
2. Annoying
3. Fat
4. Attention Whore
5. Bitch
6. Stupid
7. Teachers Pet
8. Spoiled
10. Dead to the World.
I couldn't cry anymore. I couldn't do it. I grabbed my old teddy bear and hugged it to my chest.
After a bit I realized that I didn't need this anymore. I didn't need to be used to this. I could fix it. I slowly got up, straightened my blankets and walked to the bathroom. I slowly locked the door and looked in the mirror.
"You don't deserve to live." "I fucking hate you!!" I screamed into the mirror at myself. "Just kill yourself already you stupid bitch."
I slowly picked up a razor and held it against my thigh. I could feel the cool metal. One wrong move and I would bleed out. Good. That's what I deserve.
I slowly began to make deep cuts. What confused me was the fact I couldn't feel the pain. I was numb to it.
I turned on the hot water and stepped underneath the shower where I fell to the ground. I was weak and the water burned, but for some reason I didn't understand. I felt better.
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Saving Cassandra
Short StoryJust a teenage girl hoping to find her place. Suffering through depression but wanting to succeed so badly is a hard combo. This book might be a bit triggering so please read with your own heart at strength
