Nicole was sat in the bathroom with a tub of pills and a knife to kill herself. Why, you ask? Here's why.
Nicole was bullied by everyone and anyone. She couldn't cope anymore. Death was the only thing that she wanted. She was sick of it all. She wan...
It's been almost a week since I've talked to Adam. I feel empty and lonely without him. I see him and I have to say that I miss having someone to talk to. I must do this and stay away from him. Otherwise, there will be consequences.
I've been to school today and it wasn't too bad. I mean I was tripped over and pushed by people many times. I was currently in the dining room, with Mark. Stacey was still at college and mum was in the kitchen cooking supper. Dad was still at work.
PING
'Don't you feel sad that you look like shit?? If I was you then I would've just killed myself. How can you just stand there, knowing that you're ugly as fuck. Do us a favour and kill yourself!! No one wants you' -Katy.
I felt really sad and hated. I'm so ugly. It hurts so much to read these. I mean, I wish I was someone else. Someone pretty. I just want people to stop hating me. I wish I wasn't me. I wish I was someone else.
"You okay Nikki?" Mark said, looking concerned.
"I'm fine, I just feel sick. I'm going to go to sleep for a bit," I said whilst walking out the room.
I ran to my room and got a blade that was hidden in the back of my draw. I pulled up my sleeves and cut myself once. It relived me so much. I instantly felt better and uplifted. They weren't too deep but deep enough to feel it. Deep enough to feel in control again.
But it wasn't enough...
So I once again sliced the blade into my pale skin until I saw crimson. Until I saw the blood pouring out. I repeated this three more times until my mum shouted me to come down.
I placed the, now red, blade back into the draw and bandaged my cuts with the first aid kit. I used to see the school's therapist. I thought he could help me. I thought he could make feel better. Instead, he made me feel guilty and talked about how my parent's would feel ashamed when they see what I am doing to myself. The only useful thing he did was give me a fist aid kit to bandage my scars when I cut. I bandaged my arm with the first aid kit and covered the bandage with my sleeves.
"Dinner's ready! Mark told me you were a bit down before," Mum said whilst putting the tray of pasta bake onto the table.
"Yeah I was feeling sick, but I'm fine now" I said, smiling at mum.
Stacey came in and Dad came home not long after. Stacey was just complaining about college whilst we ate. Mark was talking about his car and how he loves Adam's car. I felt uncomfortable when they were talking about him.
PING
'Please reply to me Nikki, I don't know what to do. I want to help you. but you're not talking to me' - Adam.
I glared at the screen, not sure whether I should reply or not.
"Come on Nicole! You don't need to shove your phone in my face all the time" Mark said.
"It's not my fault you lost yours" I smirked.
"It was stolen, darling! There's a difference" he exclaimed.
"I've got you a new phone Mark, it's in my car. I'll fetch it for you after we ate" Dad said.
"Yes, you're the best" Mark said, his mouth full of pasta.
After we ate, I went upstairs, feeling numb. I needed to let it all out. I hate that people hate me. I want it all to stop. I hate having to cover up my bruises. I hate having to constantly be in pain. I want it all to go away.
I got up and grabbed the blade. I cut on my other arm until my hand gave up and tiredness overcame me.
She was lonely. He was scarred from his past. They needed each other. He did not know what was going to happen to her. She was slowly dying...
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