Sort of based off of Something by Escape The Fate.
I ran down the hall, not knowing what to do next. She didn't want me. No one did. That's why my real mom gave me up. She didn't want me. I had never been wanted. I always jumped from foster home to foster home and had yet to find a good one. Supposedly, I was being too rude lately and if I got a 'third strike' she'd give me up for 'adoption' again. Whatever.
I hated this. I didn't want this! I wanted to be like every other normal teen girl, but no... I had to be this sad excuse for a human being. I raised the blade to my wrist and closed my eyes. I slowly brought the blade across and felt the relief of the pain just basically flowing out. I made another cut just for good measure and hid the blade in my desk drawer.
No one knew about my cutting. I always wore long sleeved shirts or sweatshirts. I didn't want anyone to know. Cutting was my way of dealing with the pain. The pain of losing everyone I've ever loved. The pain of jumping from foster home to foster home. The pain of never having friends anywhere I moved. The pain that was always there...unless I cut.
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My foster mom and I had just had a fight, which meant Max was getting sent off to another foster home. Great. Just what I needed, right? Anyway, I packed all of my stuff and by the time I got back out to the living room, the social worker was already here. I sighed and walked out the front door to the car.
Well, tell me if I should continue or not! :) Thanks for reading. Please review...Annonymous reviews are set up.