Emily's P.O.V.
''Wake up'', mother yelled...As I rose up from bed,I stared at my slit wrists and sighed, ''Yet another day in living hell''. I made my way to my closet,and grabbed high waisted shorts along with a long sleeved top. When I gathered all my supplies my abusive mum drove me to school.

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I was feeling better than the day before. In fact, I even cracked a couple smiles as I walked the corridor, but all that seemed to end when Brandon walked up to me, ''Why,what do we have here,could it be,the suicidal slutty bitch was smiling,that doesn't happen very much,so why change our ways now huh''.It would've been too painful to reply or even look at him so I didn't. ''Bitch you look at him when I talk to you'', he pulled my arm aggressively,revealing a red mark. As she fell to the ground in tears,people yelled and laughed, ''Haha,you're so pathetic,you're nobody,you mean nothing in this world,you have nothing to live for,you're going to die alone,just do us all a favor and kill your self''. I tried to let go of his grip,but he was too strong. Everybody pointed, laughed, and yelled curse words at me,as I was shoved into a locker. Maybe he's right, maybe I should just kill myself. My mom thinks I'm slutty worthless trash, she even wanted an abortion,but my dad convinced her to keep me,she always wanted to leave me at the front porch of an adoption home. My dad really loved me,he didn't like to see me hurt,he was the only person I had left in this life,until his death. Mom took it bad,she was a wreck,I was too,but she wanted to get her mind off of things so she would come back home drunk at 3 am every night,she became even more abusive,she even threatened to kill me many times. I promised my dad a few weeks before his death that I wouldn't cut,but when he died, I had no one in this world,I thought ''I couldn't brake a promise that soon''
1 cut
2 cuts
3 cuts
4
The blood just kept on dripping,now I have control over pain I feel inside. I had forgotten about the present ''locker situation'', untill I heard a door open and snapped out of it, still in tears, I peaked through the holes on the locker,and noticed the janitor, ''Mr. Fidel, can you help me out of this locker''. ''Emily,is that you'', Mr Fidel said unlocking the locker. He was busy so right after he opened it he left,and I leaned forward collapsing on the ground crying. The second I hit the floor,the beel rang for next period, and students roamed the halls occasionally kicking me. They were in hysterics as they knew I was in pain. Every time I was down they couldn't help themselves but kick me. I've had enough, I was so fucking done, I couldn't face all the drama so I decided to run, but you can't run forever, eventually you'll get tired. So I took the rope wishing my life would expire, I mean fuck it, If I am really nothing,Then nobody would stop me from taking that rope and jumping, So I took it,Tied it around my little throat,Proceeded to jump,When my mum walked in the door,I didn't know what to do,I didn't know what to say,I saw the tears in her eyes,I felt 2% of the pain go away,I still wanted to jump, but my mom stopped me,she said to pack up my bags so I did as told. I saw her calling someone,I didn't know who though. A few minutes passed,and I heard a knock on the door, both mum and I answered, the people stared at my red neck,they grabbed my bags and pulled me. I panicked in confusion, ''mom,what's going on,where are they taking me''. She just cried as they forced me into the car.

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