She sat on her bed. Head phones in her ears, with music blasting through. Her thoughts swarming through her head. She looks at her arm. And just stares for what seemed like forever. She hears a yell from downstairs, her mom calling her for dinner. She puts on a sweater and heads down. She smiles, and sits down with her family. Thinking this will be the day she tells them. But as she looks around the table at there happy faces she decides she would keep it to her self. Not wanting to be the one who causes the family pain.
Later that night she finds herself surrounded by friends. There all laughing. She laughs along with them. Her hand in her pocket, holding on to it tight. Laughing though her hurting heart.
She tells her best friend. And he says he understands, and that he did it before. She decided that she would confine in him in her time of need. But he doesn't seem to understand this time or help.
As the night ends she finds herself in her room. With a razor in her hands, slashing it through her arm, she closes her eyes not wanting to see it happen. She opens her eyes as she sees the blood slowly, pour out.
Her parents doesn't hit her. She has friends. No one has died. She was never abused or raped. So why does she do it? What is so bad that she would want to harm herself? If you ask her she'll tell you its complicated. But I know the truth. She hates her self. She feels ignored. She feels like no one can understand. Not even her boyfriend Troy would ever understand this. She wants help, but she can't bring herself to ask. She jealous of her friend. It seems like everything is perfect for him.
She wants a better life. And she doesn't know how to make it better.
She's in bed tossing and turning. Unable to sleep. She lies on her back and looks at her arm. She asks her self why she's doing this. She sobs into her blankets. Being quiet, trying not to wake up her parents. She knows if anybody found out, they would be so upset and mad. She has self battles in her head. Making her feel crazy. She wants. She needs for someone to save her. But no one ever will. So she cry's herself to sleep hoping tomorrow she'll wake up being a different person. And that she will be ok and better.
The only problem is. She wakes up feeling exactly the same as she did the night before.
And her days keep repeating themselves over and over again.
I look in the mirror. And I can see my dark brown eyes full with hurt. I look down at my arm and see the new marks, I just put there 20 minutes ago. And I wonder. Why am I doing this to myself. But deep down I know. Because I'm that girl.
Gabriella Montez.
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