Maybe
If they would just mind their own buisness, my problems
would be fixed. One day while I was in class, my Trig teacher
came and questioned the scars on my arms/wrists. I said
' Oh, I got attacked by a cat..' Her reply was '
That's something you should report to animal control.' I
told her I would think of doing that, and continued with my
paper. She then insisted on.... I guess, outing me. As she said
' That's more than a cat, stand up..' My cheeks
flushed and I said ' No, I really don't need to, It's
just a cat. I provoked it.' But she insisted, grabbing my
arm, pulling me up to the view of the now onlooking class. She
held up my arms.... and spoke the words... 'This damaged
teenager is a true example of the selfless, meaningless, insane
act of self harm... Take notes guys, you should never end up like
this.' As she continued, I simply sat down, with a little
force I guess. She gave me this look, as if to say, you're
meaningless and hopeless, I want people to tease you and laugh at
you calling you 'emo' in the halls. As if they didn't
already.. After class she held me back, wanting to take pictures
of my arms to put up on her Instagram. I simply rejected this and
then she threatened to call my eldest sister and tell her about
this if I didn't let her take at least one photo for the
school website. So.... after much deep thought, I let her take a
picture of my left wrist.... The next day, there was pictures up
on Facebook, sourced from a post by 'Anonymous' on the
school website. The picture had been edited as a photo of my
wrist, and words pasted on cleverly resembling my arm and the
story behind it. The only actual word I noticed was the word in
bold, in the middle.... ' Nothing..' A word I can deeply
relate to. The post had been liked over 155 times and eventually
I put an anonymous tip into the suggestion box outside the
office, saying that it's highly offensive to people with
stories behind their cuts..... It was taken down, but a
copy was sent out on Myspace to every student who still had it.
Words will stick like glue, but opinions will be imprinted on
your forehead like ink.... they stay there forever..
-True Story-
