I looked at myself in the bathroom mirror. I couldn’t, I just couldn’t look at myself in the mirror. It was terrifying to see someone who wasn’t me. What I saw, was an ugly, fat and lifeless girl. A girl with no social life. A girl with days of endless mental pain. It hurts to see someone who clearly isn’t you, yet still the same ugly face as before.
Is it better if I end my life?
Yes.
Would the pain disappear?
Yes.
Would someone care?
Not even a single soul.
So, what’s the point? What’s the point of being here? Should I just go, and leave everything behind? My brother, my little sister and the biggest asshole of all, my dad. The thought of leaving calmed me. But not leaving as in moving, as In permanently leaving...
“Open the fucking door!” I snapped out of my thoughts. “I said open the damn door!” I quickly dried my tears and washed my face. I opened the door, revealing an angry father. He had tears in his eyes, which wasn’t something I was used to. I ignored the fact that he was still talking to me, and closed the door. Not even 10 seconds passed by, and he came walking into my room. “Can’t you just leave me alone?”, “No, I can’t. You’re always in your room. I’m always leaving you alone.” I had never seen this side of him before. “I want to know what is going on with you.” “Maybe if you’d topped drinking, you’d be able to think straight and see what’s wrong. So, until then, don’t bother me please. Thank you.” I snapped. Before I knew it, my door closed with a loud bang.
What happened to me?
I felt something burn in my hand, and realised there was blood coming from my palm. Was I really that angry?
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Teen FictionShe was trying to live her life, untill the voices became stronger. She couldn't stop and went on, will she survive? Or will the voices in her head take over. * warning: self harm * if you need someone to talk to, please do
