She played her symphony with a musical twist, her bow was a razor and her violin was her wrist. Her music was beautiful poetry and no one saw the truth, society is to blame for the death of another innocent youth. But before she said her final goodbye this violinist played her final notes into the night, and when the night was up and the concert was done her beautiful soul was put to rest. And there we have the final good bye and the amateur violinist slipped into the night.


2. 1.

So yeah, I'm Melissa. Nothing special.
I'm a 17 year old girl, pretty much the same as any other teenage girl apart from I an *cough* emo *cough*. I didn't want to be like this. But when you're life is so screwed up... Sometimes the razor is a way of getting free from the normal pain.

-Life story-
Ok so my life story isn't exactly one of those sob stories but it's why I cut so it's close enough.
I never knew my dad my mum said he left as soon as she told him she was pregnant... So that wasn't a great start. A couple of years later when I was 2 or 3 my mum got addicted to cocaine she said it was medicine for stress that she got from the doctors, but I knew she was lying. When I was 4 people started to notice that I was never happy they called my school to just to notify them I seemed depressed. Kids on the playground used to call me 'miserable Melissa' but they didn't know my story.. Anyway when I was about 5 or 6 my mum died of an overdose and I was left alone for a couple of weeks before the police came round to investigate why I wasn't at school anymore. I got taken into care. And that's where I've been for the last 11 or 12 years.

I don't no why but people normal find it funny that I'm in care, like I was some unwanted kid, they all still call me 'miserable Melissa' but this time I actually am depressed. I've been self harming since I was eleven when I finally understood where's my parents where, I always try to forget what actually happened and say ' they were abducted by aliens' but it doesn't work. I used to cut once a week just to release my anger, but now I do it because I feel like I have to,I feel like it's a part of me because it's been apart of my life for so long.

-Melissa POV-
Today I'd had enough, everyone was picking on me more than usual. I ran upstairs grabbed my bag full of stuff I need (packed it before just in case this happened, I knew it would happen eventually) grabbed my phone and a jacket put on my 'Dr. Martins' and stormed out of the house. I didn't care it was dark.
I had my head down the hole time....suddenly I walked in to someone...
"What the fuck are you doing?!" I screamed.
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