"Why are you still alive?" One of Maria's followers had asked me earlier that day, and somehow I just couldn't get her voice out of my head. The question I had asked myself so many times, and I had so many answers, but I couldn't even get one of them out. I froze and didn't say a word for several minutes. Not that it was unusual of me not to talk, but I had been in a extremely good mood that day, ut was my first week as clean, and my second week as a member of the MCRmy. As far as I was concerned life was pretty turning out pretty good. I had stopped cutting, the bullies had stopped bothering me and I had found a new band, and they were just pure perfection!
I got home early that day, not because I had skipped class, but because our teacher let us go, we didn't have anything more to do that day anyways. Her voice was still ringing in my head. I felt something... I didn't know what it was, but it felt awful, I ran into my room and did the only thing I knew helped getting things like this away.
I cut. Deeper than I'd ever cut before. The blood started flowing, and blood red tears fell from my wrist.
The release I felt was better than any feeling I had ever felt and I couldn't see why I'd stopped. I felt so relaxed and fell asleep with my wrists still bleeding.
JE LEEST
VeryMuchALIVE! (sing it for the hurt)
TienerfictieArwen gets bullied in school. Her thoughts of suicide grows stronger and stronger as the bullying increases. Sinking deeper and deeper into depression, nothing seems to help Arwen get out of it. Her only way out seems to be death. Music doesn't even...
