My life

Going through high school isn't easy. Especially if you're me. I'm always misunderstood by others. I get mistreated everyday because I'm me. Kayla Mindez.

Sitting in the corner of my bedroom, I stared at the razor in my hand. I took the blade and pushed it deep into my skin, slowly sliding it through my skin. I found pleasure in my blood as it oozed out from my skin. I began to smile. I got up and went to my mirror. I looked at the ugly image of myself. I wasn't pretty like the other girls. I had no curves, my chest wasn't good enough for any guy to like, everything about was all wrong. I went to the bathroom to wash the crimson blood of my wrist and arm. This is how my day began.

Author's Note

what do you think?

Reviews

[Monica]

This is very well written and powerful. You should definitely continue writing this :)

[Erin]

This gave me shivers. Well written though. Are you writing more of this? That would be good. You could probably even enter it in a contest of something. :)