No One Cares
Zack stared into the bathroom mirror glassy tears streaming down his gaunt face, he had just thrown up. Forcing all he had eaten that day out of him after all he was too fat. But no one cared. They didn't even know he was bulimic. They were too busy fussing over Cody who had just got another A* on his latest test. No one cared about him, it was always Cody this Cody that and why can't you be more like Cody. He was sick of it. He was not his brother and would never be, but no one cared about that. Zack had even tried harder on his tests and gotten his first B, but no one cared they thought he had cheated or made Cody do it for him. It was crushing him bit by bit.
Zack rolled up his shirt sleeves with trembling hands revealing freckled white skin covered in thin white scars. Zack sank to the floor and started tracing the words he had carved in to his arm: Failure, stupid, nothing, worthless, freak, not Cody and many many more. Today he was going to add a new sentence to his growing collection.
He reached in to his pocket and fond his beautiful red tinted razor and trailed it across his arm retracing the words causing them to reopen and start to pour thick crimson blood. Zack started to write tears slowly trailing down his face as he wrote on the only clear space on his arm NO ONE CARES. Zack smiled sadly he had promised himself when he had started cutting he would not kill himself no matter how much he wanted to until he had covered his arm in words and now that was down he was free.
Zack smiled down at his razor and wrote on his other arm Goodbye Cody I'm sorry but no one cared. His suicide note. He grinned as his vision started to blear and he collapsed dyeing with a smile upon his face in a pool of blood with words carved in to his arm because, No one cared.