The Reason

I can literally feel all the color drain from my face. What if he saw my cuts and just wants me to admit it?

"I swear to god, if she says masturba-" Jack begins before Kellin smacks him upside the head.

"Well?" Gabe smirks. Crap, I need to come up with a lie and fast.

"I, um, I..." I stutter.

"Well? Out with it!" Justin laughs.

"I...like to.. write short stories.. about... Danny DeVito.." I brain barfed. What the hell have I done.

"DANNY DEVITO SHE SAYS." Gabe laughs, rolling over the floor.

"I really don't do anything secret, so I just made something up." I said quietly.
"That's okay. I really hope you don't write about Danny DeVito though." Tony laughs.

We play a few more rounds, one of them I picked dare and was forced to lick Jaime's face, before dad noticed it was already eight.
"Damn, it's late. Kitzie and I have to start heading home. She's got school tomorrow." Dad says, getting up. We all groan and get up. We say our goodbyes and head out the door to home.

When I got home, dad and I decided to make dinner together. We cooked and ate and talked. Nothing new. After dinner, I went upstairs and decided to take a shower. As I was taking off my bracelets and wristbands, I looked at all my cuts. They are all deep and a dark red color. I look at a particular one and notice how deep it is and how it's right on top of where my vein is. I shake my head and try to forget about it. I take my shower and get dressed in an over sized Of Mice & Men shirt and some fleece pajama pants. I'm in the middle of drying my hair when my phone beeped meaning I got a message. Weird... nobody ever talks to me.. because I have no friends.. I unlock my phone and see about 20 notifications for texts. Twenty!? I look at all the messages and they're from unknown numbers.

'kill urself emo'
'nobody likes you'
'ur dad sounds and looks like a girl lol'
'ur overdramatic'
'lol i bet her dads band hates her lol'
'youre so gay you lezbo'
'I hope you drink bleach and die you faggot ;)'

They are all from different unknown numbers so that means someone gave out my number... How they found it, I may never know. I don't read the rest. I take out my little tin box of razors and cut myself multiple times. I went way overboard because blood was flowing from my arm and making a puddle of blood near my foot. I grab tissues from the box i have in my room and clean it up. I turn off the lights and get under the covers and start to cry. Why does everyone hate me? What did I do? I don't get it? About thirty minutes later I fall asleep hoping I never wake up.

Notes

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