I didn't really plan this story I'm just kind of making it up along the way.
Tell me what you think of this story.
I'm thinking it'll just be a One-Shot, but leave a comment if you think I should add more chapters.
Kim POV
I'm sitting in the bathroom, wiping chocolate milk off my shirt.
Tears dripping down my cheeks, and I start hiccuping from trying to choke down my sobs.
Normally somebody spilling their milk down my shirt wouldn't be this big a deal.
The old Kim would have just said some sarcastic comment, and it'd be over.
That Kim is dead.
The Kim I am now actually cares what people think.
Trust me I would go back if I could, but so much has happened since "Old Kim".
The bullying started when "Heather Burnett," transferred to our school.
It started out slow, I even tried being friends with her.
All she did was fish for compliments...
H: I look so ugly in this picture!
K: No, you look great, definitely the best picture at school!
H: I'm so horrible at singing I'm just going to embarrass myself in class today!
K: Don't say that, you're so much better than me.
Make fun of other people...
H: Have you seen Lexi Carmel today, maybe people would like her if she didn't look like a pig.
K: ...
H: KIM!
K:Oh..yeah..totally...
Then she started bullying me...
I know I should have stopped her before it got so bad, but now it's too late.
Even the guys don't know how much she's bulling me.
I wish I could tell them, but I just can't.
If I did then I'd also have too tell them everything else...
Before she came to our school I used to be very happy.
Always wearing flowery, colorful, bright shirts and scarfs.
Now you can tell the colors have been getting darker with every day.
Long sleeves and layers are the things I use to hide what I've done.
Please don't make me say it though...
Late at night I look at the scars through the light of my bedside lamp.
It gives me time to think about what I've done and I really do wish I could go back.
I walk out of the bathroom shuffling my feet.
I don't even have to look up to tell everybody is staring at me.
My face is a blotchy red and I try to hide it by putting my hood up.
Of course Heather still notices my right away, her glares burning a hole through my confidence.
"Look's like Crawford's been crying," Heather said faking a hurt look.
"Now that couldn't have been because of me could it?".
I stayed silent knowing she could easily defend anything I had to say about her.
She cupped her hand around my cheek smiling.
She slowly dragged her thumb nail down my cheek leaving a long cut that started dripping with blood.
Drip, Drip, Drip.
"Better go see the nurse about that, Hon," Her long auburn hair started swaying as she walked away.
I stood there, in the middle of the hallway until she turned the corner heading to class.
I hate her, I hate her, I hate her.
That was the only thought running through my head as I ran home.
Once I walked in the door, I set my backpack on our kitchen table, and ran up to my room.
I pulled out a flashlight from the junk drawer in my room and sat on my bed.
Hesitantly, I unscrewed the cap and poured the contents onto my lap.
An Exact-o-Knife once used for school projects laid out in front of me.
Drip, Drip, Drip.
The blood rolls down my arm onto a towel.
I loved this, I was addicted to it, I was addicted to having pain I could control.
When Heather bully's me she gets to control how much it hurts and how far it goes.
This...I get to control, the pain, where the cut is, how much blood I've lost.
Most of all I forget about life and pain..and hurt.
Drip, Drip, Drip.
Do you think this should be more than a One-Shot?
Let me know in the comments.