Broken Girl

02.

*Samantha*

Slut.
Bitch.
Whore
Freak
Emo

The insults run through my head.
School had been the same as always.
Bullying.
Science class.
Bullying.
English class.
Bullying.
Math class.
Bullying.
Enrichment.
More bullying.
Social studies.
Even more bullying.
Agriculture.
Bullying.
Band.
Bullying.
Health.
Bullying.

That was my schedule.
I got bullied every time someone could bully me.

Pushed up against lockers, smacked, punched, kicked, screamed at.
Everything you can imagine.

I sigh and let myself into my apartment.

The perks of living Alone: I can do whatever I want, whenever I want.

I kick off my shoes and plop down on the couch.

A sigh escapes my mouth.

My phone starts to vibrate and I pick it up.

I have twitter notifications, Facebook notifications, Messenger notifications, and lots of text messages.

I'm immediately confused.

Messages from people I don't know.

I start opening them and realize they're all messages telling me to kill myself.

Tears form in my eyes.

Messages telling me to cut my wrists.
Messages telling me to kill myself.
Messages telling me nobody would miss me.

I sit, for hours, thinking aabout how the world is better off without me, about how nobody would miss me.

Until the thoughts drive me to the point of hysteria.

I sit curled up in the corner, clutching me knees to my chest, laughing and crying hysterically.

Sobs wrack my body and then I have a fit of laughter.

To any normal person, I look insane.

But, to others like me, I look like a girl who needs the voices in her head to shut up.

Eventually, I decide to make them shut up.

I stand unsteadily, and stumble into the bathroom.

I grab the little razor blade off the counter and press it to my wrist.

And drag it across my skin.

And I do it again.

And again.

Until the voices have stopped.

I look down at my wrist, the broken skin.

Broken skin.

Broken girl.

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I'm sorry this is short, I plan to make the other chapters a little longer.