Does he truly care? Or is this just an act? Either way, I didn't want to tell him what happened with the only friends that I had, so I'll keep that to myself.
"Cameron," I said, "I don't... Want to... Talk about it. Please."
"Was it your... Boyfriend?" Cameron said, his tone hard and cold. "Fucking hell, I'll kill him..."
My eyes widened. "No! It wasn't him, I swear it! Just drop it, please."
Cameron gritted his teeth. "I'll gather the others and we can hang out. To cheer you up."
"Sure, thank you," i said, forcing a smile onto my face.
But my heart still felt so heavy.
•••
Hanging out with my step brothers were interesting. It didn't help, though. I want my friends. Or the people that used to be my friends.
But I didn't get what I wanted.
A week went by, Elliot, Michael and Jackson have just ignored me. Benny talks to me, and Ryder, Ethan and Blake try, but I push them away.
Everyone except Benny has been asking what happened between me and those boys. I never gave an answer.
Now that I didn't have those three protecting me, people started bullying me.
Punches. Kicks. Slaps.
They hurt. So much. But not as much as my heart still continued to hurt.
I cried every night that week, wondering what was wrong with me.
Why I wasn't good enough.
At the end of the week, on Friday, I was thankful to be home. School was hell for me and I was thankful to have a two day break.
I went up to my room, ignoring Cameron who tried talking to me from the living room.
Tears leaked from my eyes as I fell to the floor. Why can't I just get over this pain?
I wiped my eyes, standing up, my vision being blurry for a second.
I sniffle and left my room and headed to the bathroom.
I went inside and locked the door.
I stared at myself in the mirror, my face blotchy with tears. My eyes were red. I looked ugly and fat.
I tilted my head and looked at the bathtub, my face being void of emotion.
There was a razor on the side of the bathtub.
Transfixed, I stared at it for what felt like an eternity, but was only a minute.
I walked toward the bathtub and bent down, grabbing the razor. I held it up to my face.
I wanted to cry, but no more tears came out. I felt numb. But yet, I felt so many emotions at the same time. Despair. Rage. Abandonment.
I felt this way for so long.
I clutched the razor tightly in my hand. I stared down at my pants.
I pulled one side up, exposing my bare leg.
I stared at it. Then the razor. Then back at my leg.
I was curious.
And blinded by emotions.
The rational part of me was gone.
I took the razor and brought it to my leg. My hand trembled.
The razor blade touched my leg. My hand still trembled.
What am I doing?
I pushed down and slid the razor across my leg.
Blood trickled.
Euphoria.
That's what I felt.
I watched the dark red substance slide down my leg, and a smile crept onto my face.
I let out a giggle.
Am I going insane?
I didn't care.
I slid the razor across my leg again. More blood. Watching blood pour from my skin, that I had made happen, fascinated me.
I slid the razor across my leg a third time.
Even more blood.
I felt euphoric.
But then their was a knock on the bathroom door, and it shattered.
I felt shame and guilt.
What did I do to myself?
I looked at the fresh blood with new found horror. Is there something wrong with me?
"Hey!" I hear. It's Zach. "Hurry the fuck up. I gotta piss."
"S-sorry!" I called to him, staring at my leg. Bruises were forming around the cuts. The blood wouldn't stop.
I bit my lip and pulled my pant leg down.
I stood up, a little shaky. My leg was sore. It hurt.
But then why did it feel so good?
I shook my head. What was I thinking?
I opened the bathroom door, smiling like nothing had happened.
Zach was standing there. "About time." He pushed past me as I stepped foot into the hallway.
I quickly made my way to my bedroom.
I couldn't bare to face anyone.
Not after what I had done to myself
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Teen FictionAlexa Hart, a seventh grader, does not have a happy life. She's bullied, especially by a boy named Blake, and she has zero friends. Her mother died and her brother is in a coma. Her dad doesn't love her. When he remarries, Alexa gains five more brot...
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