He Stayed|

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WARNING!!
TRIGGER CONTENT UP AHEAD.
SELF HARM!!

Chapter One

"Why does everything hurt?" I wake up groaning.

Why did I have to set my alarm for 3 a.m.

Oh yeah to continue binge watching my shows.

I grab my laptop off my desk and open it checking any notifications that came in.

Nope.

None.

Not in the mood to watch anything I might as well do something

I hop of my bed, opening my bathroom door, thinking of all the possible reasons why I'm alive.

Why I'm not dead like I hope to be.

Grabbing a razor from the top counter.

I look at myself in the mirror disgust in what I see.

Brown hair. Disgusting.

Short shoulder length hair. Ugh.
Just because I couldn't handle scissors.

Grey-blue eyes. Unappealing.

Dry pinkish lips. Hideous.

Untamed eyebrows. Ugly.

I scoff.

Thinking of someone ever calling me beautiful.

I'm ugly, unattractive, disgusting.

I echoes those words out loud, making an incision of my wrist each one deeper than the last.

I drop to the floor, a traitorous tear rolling of my chin down to my t shirt.

Nothing's ever going to love me.

I stand up trudging to my bed the dried up blood no longer dripping to the ground.

I sit down on my bed remembering the words my father would say to me.

'No one can ever, ever hurt my princess, not even her'.

And that was just because I hurt myself with a paper cut.

I chuckle at the memory.

Then I look down at my wrists.

I can't do this anymore.

He's not happy about it.

And I can't be too.

"I promise you dad, I'll stop". I mutter under my breath clutching to the heart locket my dad gave from birth.

~.~
6 months later.

SHIT!!

I curse under my breath as I remember that I have school. I finish up the cereal that I managed to eat this morning 'cus well I'm not a morning person.

And I quickly close my books and rush out the door, hopping in my Nissan 2019 model that was gifted to me by my step dad.

Ugh

Even the mention of him makes me want to throw up.

I quickly discard whatever thoughts I have about him and rush in the school building parking my car in the very back end.

I don't need any more attention than I plan on having.

None.

I enter the school building saving myself from the obnoxious crowd in front of school.