Hi, my names Lydia. I'm not very exciting. I'd call myself your basic girl. There's one thing that makes me different. It's not a good thing, it's bad really. I just want some way of relief from everything I go through. No one can know about it though, they will never look at me the same. It will be are little secret okay? What will happen when Lydia finds out she has to go to a different school? She will have to continue to hide her secret that shes ashamed of, but will she meet someone who will only make it worse, or be the one one to help her stop?


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Guys I'm writing a lot today sooooo I should be updating a lot ...... Here's chapter eight

Chapter 8

During lunch I noticed Harry starring at me a couple times. But when I looked over he would look away like nothing happened.

He didn't talk to me at all. He only talked to the other guys... And girls. He was funny... And cute, he had a dimple from what I could see. He seemed nice, I just don't know what his problem with me was. When I looked over after he was staring at me. I couldn't read his face, was he happy... Sad... Mad... I couldn't tell.

*skipping to 3:00*

*rinnnnnng* thank god school was over. The day was okay but a few people were whispering and pointing at me all day. I also heard rumors being spread around about me.

I started to make my way to the my locker when I tripped and dropped all my books. I'm such a clutz... I bend down to pick them up but when I reach I feel someone's else's hand. I look up to see Harry there helping me pick up my books. "Thanks" I say still starring into his eyes. "No problem love" he says back. Well those were the first words he said to me. As he walked away I stood up and brushed myself off.

Suddenly I feel my body being slammed into the wall.

When I look up I see a girl with perfectly curled dirty blonde hair. She wore expensive looking clothes and had three girls standing behind her. Great ... Is there a Brittany at every school?! "Listen slut, you keep yourself and your fat ugly ass away from me, and the boys. There not some charity case that's going to hang around with an annoying tramp like yourself." She spit at me. "I- I um." I stuttered. "Just go home and cry to your pillow bitch." And with that she slapped me in the face causing me to fall to the ground and left.

Don't cry don't cry don't cry I kept saying to myself. I can't cry here. Why is my life to messed up. Why can't people just like me. Am I really that annoying? Am I ready that worthless? Ugly? Of course you are Lyd why else would they do that...? I tried to reason with myself but I just couldn't.

I ran to the bathroom and locked my self in a stall. I pulled out my blades and pierced my skin. I drew several lines across my skin.

Why am I so worthless. I can't handle this anymore. The monsters inside my head are out to get me. They won't leave me alone. I start to sob trying to keep it quiet. Why am I so fucking fragile like this. That bitch probably is just jealous.

Yeah jealous of what Lydia. Your fat ass... Or your annoying personality. She's right I am worthless. After realizing how deep my cuts were I had a small heart attack because I didn't have my bandages... What now Lyd great job. Okay I'll I have to do is clean my self up... I can grab some paper towels and wrap them around my arm. The. All I have to so is run home (considering I missed my bus) run to my room and grab my bandages before I pass out from blood loss. Okay ready Lyd

One. Two. Three. Go!

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