Cut [h.s || fanfic SUMMER]

self-harm — n the practice of cutting or otherwise wounding oneself, usually considered as indicating psychological disturbance.

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Prologue thing.

I was standing in my bathroom looking at my reflection in the mirror. I'm not the outgoing, spontaneous, lively girl you think I am. In the mirror I saw a little girl who is broken and who is afraid of her own reflection.

I had a razor in my right hand and blood dripping off of my left wrist. No one had any idea I did any of this, and if they did they wouldn't understand. They all would just say I'm doing this for attention. Or that I'm doing this just to prove a point. They are all wrong I do this to escape the horrid world around us. My parents don't know that I have depression and they never will, they will only think of me as a little outgoing girl.

I heard my mom's voice from outside my bathroom but this time I didn't care, I just stood there staring at my reflection. My head whipped around to see my mom staring at me with a terrifying expression written across her face. I was just as scared as she was right now.

"Cora..."I could tell she didn't know what to say. Well how do you talk to someone when you figure out you own daughter is cutting. I then saw my little sister, Caroline, walk in. She walked in with a big smile on her face but when she saw the razor, the blood, and my wrist. She looked me straight in the eye and started to ball her eyes out. And at that moment my heart dropped to my stomach.

I went over to her but she hid behind my mom's legs. My sister, my own fucking sister is afraid of me because of what I did! I looked at her, and then I looked at my mom. She bent down and whispered something into her ear and she scampered off. My mom walked over to be and bent down to me. I hadn't even noticed I had fallen or started to cry until I felt the tears on my chest.

"Cora just please tell me why you're doing this?" she begged me but I wouldn't budge, I just sat there staring at my lap. The blood on my wrist started to run more from my tears that where falling more constantly now. I looked up briefly to see my dad standing in the doorway. Great more people, how about we just call the fucking news station!

I stood up and brushed off my jeans and walked out. I walked out of the bathroom, my room, the living room, my front door and most importantly my life.

I could hear people shouting my name but I kept walking. I stared to go into a light jog, but that led to a dead on sprint away from everyone, everything, and the life I live right now. I soon grew tired and looked at my surroundings; I wound up in a forest.

It was getting dark, so I stared to head back and go to my friend's house, Sam. I knocked on the door and waited for her to open it.

I looked up and there she was. She was laughing about something but she took one look at the dried blood on my wrist and took a step back. She stared at me for a few moments before she finally processed everything. She brought her hand up to her mouth in shock. Her hand started to shake as she closed the door in my face.

That was it; I slumped down on the ground and cried the hardest I had ever cried in my entire life. I had lost everything; my friends, family, everything and especially myself.

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So this is basically the prologue and ya. So tell me what you think if I should continue and ya.

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