"Self harm is stupid"

No. You know what's stupid? Hurting someone so bad emotionally that they feel the need to hurt themselves physically so they aren't hurting as much on the inside.

And you know what's even more stupid? The fact that people continue to bully others enough to make them end their lives.

How did this planet even begin to get this fucked up?


My goal for the day was to make it through school without having to face the bastards that have pushed me into scaring myself. The worthless males who leave a handful of new bruises on me every day. The ones that still have self pride after breaking my bones and causing another girls suicide.

But that won't be happening.

I barely got out the door of my last class before I was pushed into a wall and my school bag was knocked off my sholder onto the ground. I adjusted my shades and flicked the blonde hair on my head then picked up the bag with DAVE.S written in permanent marker along the strap.

I wriggled between two of them and ran as fast as my sore legs would carry the thin bag of bones known as Dave Strider. I made a course for the parking lot and didn't stop until I was in the safety of my own car. They didn't bother to chase me, they knew they would have the chance to beat the shit out of me tomorrow. But that didn't stop them from shouting insults.

Pathetic
Worthless
Faggot
Waste of air and space
Filthy gay shit
Die already
Dumb fuck
Slut
Cunt
Useless bitch

I blinked furiously to try and keep the tears from forming, but they already had. My vision began to blur and my cheeks were cold as the wind hit the tear stains, but I kept running.

The car ride was long and painful. The shirt irritated my forearms and stomach and the skinny jeans I wore were uncomfortable on my sliced thighs.

As soon as I was in the safety of my own home, I found myself holding the blade again.

I don't know what it is about breaking skin that's so addictive but as soon as you start, youre fucked man. You are fucked.

If you hadn't yet noticed, I haven't exactly got friends at the school I go to. People there just don't seem to understand the ironic lil' shit I am. But I can't say the same about the three I met online. Rose, John and Jade are the best things to happen to me since Bro started to hold back on the strifing. Especially John with his adorable everything. I mean, mhm yeah John, my best bro.

I'd been so caught up in the day dream I was having that I hadn't acknowledged the ammount of pain my inner thigh was in. I don't even remember stripping my body of those uncomfe jeans, to be completely honest.

I cleaned myself up, bandaged the fresh cuts, (the last thing I'd want is for them to become infected) and removed the red from the bathroom tiles before picking up my school bag again and heading towards my bedroom.

I flopped down onto my unmade bed and whipped out my phone from the pocket of the sweats I had changed into. Quickly checking all the usual social media sites before getting comfortable under the sheets and well, it's obvious that I feel asleep.


AN!: yoooo, this is just a start. Im hoping my imagination will start kicking in soon. Chapters will also be longer, but this is just a start, as I said like 24 words ago.