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. 



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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.