"Slut.."
"Whore..."
"You had what was coming to you.."
I stare into the mirror, my body clad in a black bra and underwear. My hips were still too big, my stomach still stuck out.
The bruises and cuts were still visible. I deserved this. The way I dressed, I should've saw it coming.
The rape.
The only reason I got hurt was because I fought. He was my boyfriend, and I should've just let him do what he wanted. We were exclusive, and that was permission wasn't it? I shouldn't have expected my friends to help me, I was asking for it wasn't I? I walk slowly to the bathroom, physical pain pounding through my body with each step. I turn on the water in the bathtub and look at my writs. I grab the scissors from my my array of hair products. My mind raced, why are my sisters so perfect? Why am I the slutty, stupid blonde of the group?
Why can't anyone understand?
I can hear the pounding on the door. It was Blossom, I already know. She wants to make sure I did my homework, because I obviously can't do it myself. I walked over to the bathtub, the water now overflowing out of it. I step in and as I stand in, I opened the scissors and stared at my arm. I push the blade into my arm and drag the blade through my skin. I don't cry. I know I will be helping everyone by leaving. No one needs me here. I watched the blood drip down my arm and land in the still flowing water. When I'm done with my left arm I go to my right. I know they'll be happy without me. I can feel myself becoming dizzy...I don't think I can stand anymore.
The pain will all go away...It'll be gone soon...