READ AT YOUR OWN RISK this contains self harm and thoughts of suicide. This was edited by multiple people but I, Silver, typed it and made the plot. There will be OOCness in this by some characters but please bear with it.
It hurts. It hurts
A girl sits on her bed in her room alone and in the dark, curled up in a ball. It is a night where you know the stars are in the sky but they are unseen, covered by the clouds. She thinks to herself, Why is this happening to me? This girl's once sunkissed skin is now pale and her smooth face is now blotchy from crying for such a long period of time.
A few minutes later she pulls herself together and stands up. She wipes the tears from her face and goes inside her bathroom. She looks in the mirror. Her blonde hair has changed from a soft fountain of curls to a stringy tangled mess. Her eyes are red from crying and her cheeks have wet tear tracks.
"I look as terrible, as usual," she croaks. Her mouth feels as dry as a desert. She splashes cold water on her face and leaves her room, not bothering to close the door. She shuffles down the corridor of her home. She quietly passes her grandmother's room to prevent waking her. She silently goes down the stairs into the kitchen and gets a glass of water to hydrate her scratchy throat. She then heads up to her room once more and sticks her hand under her bed. She finds what she is searching for: a brown box.
She opens it and dumps out the contents: a picture of four girls, razor, and a hair curler. She picks up the picture, the girls in the picture are a redhead with pink eyes, a raven-haired girl with jade green eyes, a brunette with purple eyes, and herself. There are also names under each of the people: the redhead is Momoko, the raven is Kaoru, the brunette is Usagi, and she is Miyako. She puts down the picture and picks up the curling iron. Miyako plugs in the curling iron and rolls up her sleeve. She takes the razor and quickly slides it across her arm, giving her some cuts. Blood rushes out through the cuts. But she does not feel it at all, unlike the first time she did this, when it hurt and she cried from the pain. She does this four more times before taking the now hot curling iron. She then jabs her arm six times with the curling iron, leaving various burn marks on her arm. As she thinks back to what drove her to do this harm to herself, she cries. Her best friends slowly stopped talking to her to the point where, in the hallways at her school, they wouldn't even acknowledge each other. They got new friends and she slowly felt replaced. Then they showed up. Every day, they have been standing by her locker after school, waiting for her. Once they finally gave up and left, she snuck by and retrieved what she needed. After everything they have done to her, she has been very cautious to prevent them from seeing her.
Finally, after crying for another hour, she gives in to drowsiness and falls into a sleep full of horrible nightmares of the past.
Ok the next chapter will be longer probably. And I am sorry for not updating I have been moving and focusing on my school work. R&R.