I should really stop myself before I make this mistake of slitting my skin. I start thinking more and more about Jazmone. Why doesn't she love me? I love her with all my heart. She means so much to me. Jazmone is the most beautiful I've ever seen. Her smile, her hair, her body. Everything about her is so perfect. It hurts to think about her. I sat the blade down on the sink. I was still deciding if I wanted to cut or not. I've heard of many girls cutting themselves. They'd been getting abused and bullied and their hearts had been broken. I didn't want to be like those girls. But this hurts so bad. I slowly picked the blade up again. I placed it on my skin. I began to slide the blade across my skin. It hurt at first. But then when I did it a second time, it wasn't such a big deal anymore. When I was finally down with the blade, there were about 18 cuts on my arms. I walked back into my room, wiping my bloody arms off with a kleenex. I sat on my bed and started to think about how I'd cover up my cuts. I'd just wear a sweater all day at school. After about 20 minutes of thinking about my cuts, I drifted off into a deep sleep.
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Confessions of a Bisexual Girl
Teen FictionKeeping secrets is hard. Especially from the people you love. 16 year-old Kyra has a huge secret. She's bisexual. She could never tell her homophobic parents. She can't tell her best friend Jazmone either. Kyra is madly in love with Jazmone. She kno...
