Willow has experienced neglect and abuse all her life, she resorted to self-harm as a release and suicide as a way out from the horror that she lived. Willow has a complicated story where she loved her bully, Taila, she also made friends but at the last moments of her life.

Taila has a slightly different story, she was the bully to Willow but she had a secret as well. In her personal life, outside school she lived with her adopted mother and brother- who was released from prison-, he constantly rapes Taila. She finds that she needs to be better than others at school so no one will see how weak she is. The strange matter was she loved Willow, so in the end she tries to help but it is too late.

Liam is one of Willow's closest friends, at his old school he was bullied for being gay and his boyfriend killed himself, after recovering he moved school and met his new group whom befriended Willow soon after. But did Liam truly get over the pain or did he just hide it away?


5. Willow's Story Part 5

Why can't I open my eyes! Was my first response.

 A heavy feeling pressed against my chest as I tried to gasp for air. My heart was thumping against my ears, a electrical bolt brought me out of the darkness. My eyes opened and was greeted by a bright light.                     

As my sight came back properly I could see wires around me and someone in a white cloak. Where am I? As if the person could read my mind they answered my question.

"Hello Willow, you are in the hospital", they said. They must be a doctor or a nurse. Wait how did I get to the hospital?

"You ran into a wall and blacked out. I would also like to discuss a more serious matter with you Willow. How long have you been self-harming?", the doctor asked looking down at my revealed arms. Oh boy.

I shrugged not willing to speak, I rarely even talk to my dad what makes her think I will say a single word to her?

"I know you are not one for talking, when the paramedics asked some of the pupils at the school what happened, some of them said you never spoke whilst the principle said you were a selective mute",  the doctor sighed and sat beside me. "My name is Doctor Yearling, I can't help you until you answer the questions Willow", she said touching my arm.

I flinched away getting ready to protect myself, I hate it when people touch me. They will hurt me I know they will. But a part of me was telling to tell her so I nodded and licked my lips.

"Okay, I will answer your questions Doctor but I will stop answering them if I wish. I started when I was eight by scratching but I didn't start cutting until I was ten maybe eleven ", I told her the truth. 

Doctor Yearling wrote down what I said then looked at my scars, she saw the fresh ones. Her faced scrunched up a bit, of course she didn't care. She was just doing what she had to do to get me out of here like everyone else, she wants me gone.


"Okay good, now what caused you to start. Do you know?", she asked turning her attention back to me.

I didn't want people prying into my past so I just lied like I do most of the time.

"I felt alone", I answered, it was kind of the truth. I had always felt alone, no one cared if I was being hurt or if I was missing as long as they got what they wanted.


The doctor asked me a few more questions before allowing me to be discharged. I shrugged on my clothes and walked out of the hospital as fast as I could. They had suggested I seek professional help for my self harm since they couldn't actually keep me there without my consent since I am sixteen. 

The hospital was only twenty minutes away from my house so not that bad. By the time I reached my house it was already night time so I didn't have to go back to school. Instead I walked into the living room to find my dad not there, I found a note instead and read it.


 I will be away for a few days. 

Typical, my dad always went out for a few days. I walked over to the fridge and saw it was empty, and of course there in the fridge another note.

If you eat too much you will get fat. I have seen you are gaining weight you fat bitch.. 

Surprise surprise, he was sober. You see when my dad is drunk he is a jerk, when he is sober he is a jerk... when he is tipsy? He is decent. He sees me as the mistake though but who can blame him? 

I sighed and walked up the stairs to my room, I pulled my poem book out  and started to write a new poem until I managed to perfect it.


These scars that crawl across my skin,

Each one bleeds the misery inside,

All those voices echo in my head,

Never ending screams piercing my soul,

 Can I let go yet?


I have been holding on for far too long,

My time has came and gone,

Let me fade away,

 Inside I am dead,



Not a single heart beat from within,

Only on the outside can the life be seen,

No one sees the emptiness in my heart,

 All my life I have been running away,


I run from all these fears,

Hiding from the voices I am always found,

In my eyes the pain lingers,

 Bound wrists from chains of blood,


Never ending streams of misery,

The flame is dimming and I am falling,

Slowly the darkness is consuming what I have left,

 I am fighting everyday but I am loosing myself,


Ice is covering all the warmth within,

Twists and turns from this maze I am trapped within,

All I want to do is let go.



I sighed closing the book, every word drawing into my mind. I tried to think of a happy time but I could only think on the bad. There was too much darkness for the light to shine through. I looked at each of my scars remembering each one. They were my memories.

I stood in front of the mirror and slowly lifted up my top. Three large scars formed from my heart to my waist. They were a punishment for not doing as I told, even though I had inflicted many scars upon myself, she also inflicted scars onto me. The word hate is a strong one, I never actually hated anyone except from one person.


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