Damaged chapter three I ripped open the box, and grabbed a blade. Practically slamming it down onto my wrist, I began slicing myself open. Multiple horizontal lines began visible on my wrist. I continued. The blood dripped down my wrist. Yet I felt no pain at all. After a blood-curdling session of self-harm. I was destroyed. Fingers and hands red from blood, Eyes red from crying. I was a broken mess Longing for a good nights rest, I crawled in bed , bloody arms and all, and fell asleep. The next morning rolled around really quickly, my alarm buzzed at about 6 in the morning. I curled my long blonde hair, which curled was just past my tan shoulders. Finishing my look, I threw on a baby blue tight hoodie, black leggings , and black dressy boots. It was just about 7, and school started at 7:45. I had time to spare, so I headed to Starbucks , to get a latte to help me through this brutal day. Pulling into the starbucks parking lot, I got out of my car and strolled inside the small building. The cashier must have been new , because I've never seen him. He was cute. I waltzed up to the front counter and ordered my usual, A Peppermint Mocha Latte. I paid my money, and sat down to wait for my order. " Peppermint Mocha Latte, your order is ready" someone hollered. I grabbed my cup, flashed a smile at the cute cashier and walked to my car. Once I got to my car, I looked at the cup , written on it was : " Peppermint Mocha Latte for a beautiful yet broken girl. " and two phone numbers. His, and the National Suicide Hot Line. He must have seen my wrists. My cut up wrists. School should be starting in about ten minutes so I drove off to school. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ TEASER- we kissed. I am not writing this story to influence anybody whatsoever. Please don't self-harm. it's a mistake I never wish I made. I really hope you guys are enjoying my story, so far. I'm really excited about this one, i have high hopes for this.
My guy friend just told me he wished i had hipbones My reply; Hip bones are commonly found in girls with eating disorders, don't ever say to a female 'i wish you had hipbones' because that girl will do whatever it takes to get some hipbones for you to see.