she saved me from myself

chapter 1

*giant trigger warning. This story contains self harm, abuse, bullying, eating disorders, sexual
content, and swearing*

Beep beep beep!
I roll over and hit my alarm clock so it stops making that extremely
annoying noise. I sit up in the thing that I call a bed, in reality it is just a tattered mattress on the
floor with no sheet. I stand up and realize what day it is friday. That means I get to spend the
entire weekend with the man that calls himself my father. Great. Another weekend of getting
yelled at, having panic attacks, abuse, and most likely no food. Anyways you should probably
know who I am. Hi, my name is emma. I am fifteen. I live with my abusive father. I suffer from
self harm, an eating disorder, and bullying. I hate myself and my life. I am just a waste of space.
I get up and walk to my closet. I pull out a pair of ripped skinny jeans, a band tee, a jacket, and
my vans. I take all my clothing to the bathroom with me. I quickly get into the shower. I am in
and out in under ten minutes. I grab my school bag and my phone. I run down the stairs, then
my stomach growls. It has been two days since I have eaten. Then my friend pops in my head
¨you are fat enough do not even bother¨. I walk out of my house shutting the door slowly careful
not to wake up father. Last time I did that I ended up with a black eye.
I make it to school. As soon as I walk in all eyes are on me. My main bully and all of her friends
walk up to me. ¨emma¨ she says with the same disgust my father has when he says my name.
¨bianca¨ I say, keeping my eyes on the floor. She pushes me into a wall and says, ¨I told you to
never say my name you emo piece of shit¨. She leaves me there shocked at what she said. She
has said worse to me, why am I still shocked? Probably because she used to by my best friend.
After I told her that I was gay, she went and told the entire school. Hell that was over a year ago.
The bullying started as just random insults then it got physical.
I get to my locker finally. I get out my books for my first two periods. I unfortunately have first
class with bianca. Oh how fun. Off to english I go.
I get to my usual seat in the back of the room not wanting to deal with people, but this time was
different. There was a note on my desk. I decided to open it. What i saw horrified me. It was a
note telling me to kill myself. I started to cry, not realizing people were coming into the
classroom. I shut my eyes and laid my head down. Not even realizing I was slowly drifting off to
sleep.