Fragile
(n.)easily broken or damaged
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I looked over at your phone screen,noticing how it was cracked.I furrowed my brows in confusion.When did that happen?
"From which cliff did your phone fall off?"I asked as...
We haven't texted for a while.I've been bullied again by Jackson.He never seems to stop,does he?
But it's fine.I honestly don't care anymore.I've gotten used to him talking bad about me when he knows I'm listening.He has told me the same things so many times that I've actually started believing them.
I could actually take his insultings as compliments now.
I furrow my brows as I feel something hit the back of my head.Turning around I see all of the guys behind me are looking down at their books,but I'm pretty sure one of them threw it.
Jackson looks up from his book,his gaze on me."Turn around."he says,pretending to be annoyed.
"Who'd want to look at your face anyways."I mumble as I turn around.He didn't get to hear what I said,because I didn't say it loud enough for him to hear.
◾◾◾ I decide to text you.We haven't talked in a while and I really need to talk to you.I miss you.
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◾◾◾ ⚠SUICIDE TRIGGERWARNING⚠
Laying down on my bed,the only things going through my mind are the fact that I'm useless.I shake my head,trying to get those thoughts out of my head as I think of grabbing the blade and cutting, so that I won't act like a useless worthless person.
I turn on my side and look over at the shelf where the blade is hidden.Standing up,I make my way towards it and reach for the blade,only then pulling my hand away.Is it really worth it? Cutting?
Just do it already.Your fault for being worthless.
I sigh as I grab the blade and without any hesitation start making cuts.I push the blade deeper into my skin and cut through it fast.It didn't hurt at all.I've done this so many times that I've gotten used to the pain.
After a while I put the blade back in its place as I look down at my wrist and watch the blood as it trickles down my wrist.My eyes fill with tears as I sit down on the ground and hug my knees to my chest.
