You know that feeling when you're on the brink of crying, but the tears won't start? That was how I felt as I walked home after school. I was tired of all the crap that was going on. Bullying in every corner, my own thoughts, fake friends. I slipped past my mom's office-at-home in the dinning room and went upstairs, claiming that I had lots of homework. But I had something to do before I got to work. I put my book-bag down by the door and took off my Fall Out Boy, over-sized sweatshirt. I stepped into the closet I had turned into my secret room by covering the front with curtains behind the doors which also worked as soundproofing.
I grabbed my phone and saw a message from Alexa who was my friend and saw the text: I got those Pierce The Veil tickets, but I met this guy Andrew and I'm going with him instead of you. Sorry.
I shook my head, knowing I should have expected it, but the tears still came. I pulled away the make-shift carpet made of shirts that are now to small on me that I sewed together, and picked up the wooden floorboard that wasn't nailed in and pulled out my box. I opened it and took out the shiny, metal blade and band-aids. I cut for every single insult I had received today which added 7 cuts and 3 scratches since I didn't press hard enough. On the last one from what Alexa had said I cut a little too deep and had to press down on it till it the blood clotted and then I wrapped my bandages around it and walked out.
I threw my sweatshirt on, wiped away all my tears, and started on my homework until my mom called me down for dinner.

I sat at the table picking at my food. My mom encouraged me to eat, but her phone rang for work and she left me alone. She was a good mom, but being a single mom and never getting child support money, she focused on her job all the time. I couldn't say something though, I would feel too guilty since I know she wants the best for me. But I still held some resentment against her as hard as I tried not to. Why? She was the one who got pregnant with me at 18 with an irresponsible guy who left when I was 5. And for the fact that she stayed with my step-dad while he verbally abused me for 4 and 1/2 years and nearly married him, until they broke up four years ago in 7th grade.
I got off the chair and threw out my pretty much untouched dinner, then grabbed a water and went to my room.

I walked into the bathroom connected to it and checked my weight, 95 pounds. For my height at 5'1", 98 was underweight so I was 3 pounds under that and happy with it, however sick that sounds. I turned on the radio channel who always gave away tickets and immediately heard.
Win Pierce The Veil tickets and a backstage pass to spend a day with them. Just be the first to answer all out questions correctly starting now! I started dialing their number as they were talking and pressed talk seconds after he said "now."
It rang twice until the host answered, "hello?"
I gathered all my courage since I hated talking on the phone, "hi. I'm trying to win the tickets."
"Okay here's the questions. There's 10 of them, but if you get 9 you'll get the tickets, but no backstage pass. Ready?"
"Yeah," I responded as he went through the questions and I got them all right.
"Congratulations, you won," the host said, excitedly. Then he took the call off the air so I could give him the information so he could email me the tickets and passes.