What's the point of screaming if no one gives a damn?
I took happiness by dragging a blade across my skin, it made me feel relief...

Self harm.
Little Mary doing it.
I was about to do much more.


2. Ping!

A new question pops into my inbox on I click on it, hoping for something nice, a message off my friends.
But I don't have any friends.
"Ur such a fat ugly slut go kill yourself. No one would care"
I don't reply and after five minutes a spree of new questions flood in.
"Ur soooooo fat! PHAHAHAHAHA!"
I'm only six stone. 
"Omfg ur ugly."
I know.
"Go kill yourself"
I intend to.
I shut down the computer screen and hope to shut away my problems too.
But I don't.
Instead memory's off the day come back. Lucy stole my lunch and then she kicked my shins until they bleed. Jessica called me a "fat, ugly, worthless slut." Emily said I should kill myself. 
And then Mr Maccles saw my scars on wrist. I remember quickly pulling down my sleeves and smiling meekly at him, hoping that he would forget.
It's time for me to forget too.
I go into my bedroom pick my box and lay out the items of destruction- I wander my hand over them and eventually decide on the knife.

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