"Congratulations" This was like the 50th person to tell me that. After 3 days they made me leader. Now everyone is saying how they think I'm gonna be a great leader. They don't even know me. The little sh*ts. Next week is my 15th birthday. No one knows. My dad was the only one who knew. No one else cared. I mean who would. It's all my fault that my dad's dead. Who would want to deal with me?
I went to my room and got something our that I thought I would never use again. My razor. I went to the bathroom and rolled up my sleeve. 1...2....3...4...5..........15. I have blood surrounding me. I feel like I'm drowning in it. But it feels good. The pain takes away the pain. I think I cut too deep because I feel dizzy. There are black dots... Now there is all black.
*15 minutes later*
"OH MY GOD!!! ARE YOU OKAY?!" I felt someone pick me up but I'm too weak to care. Why didn't she just leave me to die? It would have been better right?
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The nerd is a gangleader?!
General FictionMy name is Avery, and I am a gangleader. I know it sound silly but I am. Read to find out why and how. I'm only 13 so please don't make any rude comments.
