We're all made just a little bit broken
A cut cannot heal, unless you leave it alone.
4 months earlier
Let's start by telling you a little about my self. I'm 15 years old. I dye my hair bright orange because orange is my favourite colour. My brother Alan is my best friend. He doesn't know me as well as he thinks though. He thinks I'm happy and just normal, although I'm anything but normal. I get really down, I'm bullied at school and don't know how to cope with all the pain. Our parents died 2 months ago, so he takes care of me.
Today has been yet another terrible day at school, I don't even see the point In living anymore. Tears are streaming down my face, I try and hold them back but they continue falling. I go into my house and dump my bag on the floor. "Hey Abby, what took you so long?" Alan asks with Austin and Aaron trailing behind. I push past them and go to my room, locking the door behind me. Something catches my eye, a pencil sharpener. I've never self harmed before but I've heard it helps. I unscrew the blade for the first time and slowly drag it across my wrist.
The pain feels good, I deserve it. I feel relief. I cut my arms up really badly.
4 months later(present time)
I first self harmed 4 months ago, and have been getting worse. Nobody knows. The guys are picking me up from school, but I wish they would hurry up. I can see my enemy coming, Chloe. "Hey little bitch, kill yourself!" She shouts and kicks and punches me. I fall to the ground, not even fighting back, feeling hollow and broken. I feel the blood drip down my face. She continuously screams that I should kill myself and punches me.
"What the fuck are you doing!" I hear a familiar voice shouting. I feel my body being picked up and layed on somebody's knee and can feel a car I must be in moving. I open my eyes to see Alan's sad face. He looks like he's going to cry. "Hey darling, do you need the hospital do you think?" He asks and a shake my head no.
He rubs my head trying to comfort me, "you'll be okay I promise." He whispers and kisses my forehead. I close my bruised and swollen eyes wishing for the pain to leave me already. I fall asleep.
When I open my eyes I'm back in the house, laying on Alan's knew again. He looks angry but sad at the same time. "You're finally awake." He whispers and I try to sit up but he stops me. "Lie down, you need rest." He says. I see Austin and Aaron in the room as well. The all look really worried.
"hey Abby, we heard the girl telling you to kill yourself, but just remember if you need anyone to talk to we're here, we all love you." He whispers. "If you ever were feeling alone you would tell us, right?" He mumbles and I nod. "Have you got anything to tell us?" He asks. "No" I lie. What if he knows?
It looks like he has tears in his eyes, "Abby, your lying, please explain why you did this." He whispers and lifts my sliced arm. I feel tears stream down my face and he wipes them away. "You wouldn't understand, I just feel so alone, everybody hates me. Every day I'm told to kill myself and I will." I mumble and they all look shocked. "No don't say that, we love you so much. We couldn't survive without you." Austin whispers.
"You guys can't help me anymore, I feel so bad for self harming but everything is so much to take. When I do kill myself don't blame yourselves please."
