(Can I start off by saying hi? I feel like with cross country starting I haven't updated as much and I'm sorry to say that it will probably be random postings until I get used to school starting. Next. I didn't listen to music while writing this chapter which is why there is a lack of songs)
I woke up the next morning covered in dry blood and a pounding headache. I finally gathered enough energy to climb out of bed and throw on clothes. After scrubbing off the dry blood on my arms and legs I looked in the mirror. Despite the hotter weather I was in jeans and a sweater. I knew Laura would question it but I had to hide the cuts. My beautiful cuts.
Arriving at school I gathered my sweater into my hands and walked into homeroom. Not 30 seconds into stepping into the room I was called a bitch. I shot him a dirty look but immediately dropped my stare and sat down. I crossed my legs so my jeans dug into the fresh cuts and made me wince but also made me realize I could survive the pain of bullying.
I smiled to myself and decided right then that this could get easier.
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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
