1. Come, Cut, Cry
I sighed as I flung myself onto the couch and pulled out my homework. I neatly scratched out "Devlyn Sanchez" with my pencil, started my Pre-Calculus problems. Although I am a straight A student, today I just couldn't concentrate.
No, I couldn't do it....
I couldn't hide the fact that I was depressed.
Am I really that ugly?I closed the book, wiped the tears off my face, and ran to the mirror, only to find my 16-year-old self, as normal as always, staring at me. "I DON'T CARE ANYMORE!!" I screamed, even though nobody was home to hear me. My parents were both at work, so it was just me.
I felt so alone... And with that, the populars at school....well, they were like a different species of dominant, blood-sucking predators. Well, I would rather have this blood spilled than sucked.
I marched back to my desk and just cut with a staple until i couldn't bear the pain anymore. The distant sound of the garage door sounded in my ears and I quickly covered my wrists, threw away the staple and went back to my desk to pretend that I was working the entire time.
This was a very typical weekday for me. Come home, cry and cut. All of this, because of a few bullies. Or should I primarily highlight, the worst of all, Saxton Crawford.