Broken Beauty
Hey, Guys. If someone's reading this, then most probably I'm dead or at the verge of dying.
Because this is my diary. Here I wright down all my thought's about this fucking world. I don't know why I'm doing this.
I bet my psychiatrist would call this really helpful and she'd wanna read it every damn appointment. Not with me, Hon.
Maybe I should start from the beginning. Why I'm writing this, like a story? Because I bet with you, that someday someone will find it and read it. So they should know all the reasons why I did all the things, I'm sure I'll regret.
It all started... Nah, if I would have known when it all started, I would have been able to control me. But I just crashed into my destiny.
1th November
Shit, damn it, fuck!
My sports teacher saw them. My scars, I tried to hide so long.
She talked with me and I had to fight the tears- without success.
First I tried to make her believe they were from a cat- at least my parents didn't notice them! She didn't believe me so easily.
"It's impossible, that a cat did that", she said. Then she talked and gave me a feeling of remorse.
But what inflamed my anger was: "I always get a shock when I see such things. It shows me, that a student is suffering. Does it help?"
Does it help?
I thought I misunderstood. "What the fuck does this woman know?", I thought bitter.
After she let me go, I ran crying to the changing rooms. I didn't notice I almost ran over a friend of mine. The only thing I wanted to do, was to get a tight hug from one of my best friends. She knew me the best, 'cause we knew us 8 years long.
She and I came together in this school, full of geniuses. A special school for the Best of the Best. We made new friends, but if we needed real comfort, we came to each other.
I fell into Kate's arms and sobbed and sniffed and bawled. She got a huge shock. No wonder, I never cried like this ever before. Well... Not in front of her.
She comforted me and we went to class.
Nobody mentioned my scars.