Pain.
Pain is my saviour.
Pain is my escape.
I opened my eyes and picked up the blade that I had dropped and dragged it over my wrist again. I watched as the blood welled up and beaded along with the many other cuts. With a sigh, knowing I had to stop or there wouldn’t be enough bracelets to cover it up. I grabbed some toilet paper and mopped up the blood on my thighs, wrists and stomach. I hid my blade back behind the spare shampoo bottle in the cupboard and unlocked the door of the bathroom. It was early in the morning, about 5:30am, no one was awake yet. That was intentional. I didn’t feel like facing my mother’s taunts and insults.
I went into my room and put on some black skinnies, a pierce the veil tank top, my leather jacket and some black converse. I straitened my brown hair, I hated my natural curls. I applied my makeup, adding a winged liner to finish it off and I was done.
I grabbed a granola bar and my bag and headed outside. I threw the granola bar in the bin and walked to school. I didn’t like wasting food like that but Steph, my sister, checked the boxes of food to make sure I was eating. It was still slightly dark out but the school would be open. I felt a twinge of pain when my wrist hit my thigh, both cuts causing me to wince. Just three more days, three more days until I would be at the pierce the veil concert. I had saved up until finally I could afford the concert ticket and the meet and greet plus the backstage VIP pass. It took three years of saving up from any money I found or worked for.
The walk was a short one about 20 minutes and I was there. I went into the library and sat down, opened my laptop that was supplied by the school and put my headphones up, blaring music as I began studying.