'No! Don't eat that!' my mum shouted from downstairs. She probably was shouting at the Devon seven again. They are my brothers and sisters, who were septuplets which means they are like twins but there are seven of them. I was an only child until they came home and I thought they were cute until my parents started to not notice me.

I walked over to the mirror in my room and looked at me, or tried to that is. I was invisible. You see it just kind of happens I have no control over it. I got dressed and went to school but since no one can see me even if I'm visible I didn't have breakfast. I do this every day but no one notices.

Walking to school alone, I find, is calming. Since I have spent almost all of my life alone I don't really like to have lots of people around me. I feel a slight wetness on my cheek, I sigh, I hate the rain but I look up and it is a sunny day. How odd.

Finally I arrive at the school gates where I thank God that I'm invisible. Amanda and her 'gang' their just a gathering of sluts really are waiting outside the school trying to look cool but just looking like prostitutes.

In class I sit on my own like usual but I like it this way. I can work without someone looking over my shoulder copying my work, which by the way really annoys me. The teacher starts talking about quadratic graphs; I have already looked and understood this so I drift off.

I think of my dream last night, I was running again, just running through a forest. All I remember is feeling terrified something was chasing me but I didn't know what. Then I tripped, hit the ground and look behind me. I tripped over a dead body. I hear a scream. Woke up and then realised it was me.

The bell rings to get me out of my trance and I make my way out of the class to the bathroom. I like listening to people's convocations and today was very interesting.

'I know it's wrong but I can't help it' said a tall quite girl.

'You shouldn't. You could really heart yourself!' said the shorter girl.

'I know! But it's better than hurting others and that's kina the point.'

'But you shouldn't have to cut yourself just so you don't shout'

'Yes, but...'

'No!'

'I don't want to hurt anyone.' And with that she left, leaving the shorter girl in shock.

After that I wondered if it really works. I'm always angry at mum, dad and well everyone for ignoring me. Hummm... maybe I might try it.

Sorry for the emo-ness, and short-ness of this but I really wanted to write something with cutting in.