The Diaries of Celia Brown Part 5
I grabbed the kitchen knife from the draw, and with an evil grin on my face; I took it upstairs into my room. First of all I merely rubbed it to and fro across my arm, and I laughed psychotically. I then viciously pierced my skin, which triggered my blood to burst out and slip down my arm; and onto the once white floor.I then remained carving my skin for a short while; whilst my eyes bulged out and looked down at my deeply injured arm.you may think this hurts.but I've come to enjoy pain. I indulge in the way that as soon as the skin is pierced, a tingling sensation hits you; then sends a wobbling sting right through your arm and creates a lovely opening in your skin. My arm is now decorated with all kinds of cuts and bruises; they're like patterns.it's as if they were supposed to be there. I don't want to cut myself but.well.it's the only way I can find happiness in this miserable world. Sometimes I wish I had the guts to dive further with the knife into my skin; but I just don't have the guts.
A new boy came into the class today. His name is Luke Stephens, and to be honest, I think he is quite attractive. Although I could never go out with someone like him- I mean not that I could go out with anyone- but he hangs around with Tracey Whittaker and her gang. Bitch! I can't imagine what I'd do to be her. She's pretty.okay she's not pretty she's beautiful, and she's got loads of mates. Well, okay let's just say she's the most pretty and popular girl in the class, if not the school!! But whereas I am not very tall (5ft "3" to be exact) I have mousey brown hair that just brims over my shoulders, I have green eyes, blood red lips and a short, pointy nose- who would want to go out with me? I want to be her.I want to be her.I WANT TO BE TRACEY WHITTAKER.
I grabbed the kitchen knife from the draw, and with an evil grin on my face; I took it upstairs into my room. First of all I merely rubbed it to and fro across my arm, and I laughed psychotically. I then viciously pierced my skin, which triggered my blood to burst out and slip down my arm; and onto the once white floor.I then remained carving my skin for a short while; whilst my eyes bulged out and looked down at my deeply injured arm.you may think this hurts.but I've come to enjoy pain. I indulge in the way that as soon as the skin is pierced, a tingling sensation hits you; then sends a wobbling sting right through your arm and creates a lovely opening in your skin. My arm is now decorated with all kinds of cuts and bruises; they're like patterns.it's as if they were supposed to be there. I don't want to cut myself but.well.it's the only way I can find happiness in this miserable world. Sometimes I wish I had the guts to dive further with the knife into my skin; but I just don't have the guts.
A new boy came into the class today. His name is Luke Stephens, and to be honest, I think he is quite attractive. Although I could never go out with someone like him- I mean not that I could go out with anyone- but he hangs around with Tracey Whittaker and her gang. Bitch! I can't imagine what I'd do to be her. She's pretty.okay she's not pretty she's beautiful, and she's got loads of mates. Well, okay let's just say she's the most pretty and popular girl in the class, if not the school!! But whereas I am not very tall (5ft "3" to be exact) I have mousey brown hair that just brims over my shoulders, I have green eyes, blood red lips and a short, pointy nose- who would want to go out with me? I want to be her.I want to be her.I WANT TO BE TRACEY WHITTAKER.