I'm a living monster.
I wake up to the screeching noise of my alarm and I couldn't help but hit it severally till my hand started throbbing painfully I look at my room and realised that I felt awfully empty inside and trust me it's not the first time.
I struggle to the bathroom and I look in the mirror and I snarl at my reflection,I pull my top over my head and drop it in the hamper.looking at all my bruises,my skin filled with scars "I wonder who'll want us ,nobody will want us were monsters"I look into the cabinet and bring out my razor.
"It's better to hurt myself than to hurt others"I keep chanting it as I cut into my wrist seeing the crimson blood coming out of the cut I couldn't help but exhale and laugh"look at me pathetic, worthless" I keep laughing and after a few minutes of seeing myself bleed I head to the shower and do my business,when done as always I tiptoe downstairs make breakfast for sir and leave the house.
When I get to school it was normal as always boring and uneventful,nobody noticed me ,hell sometimes I even wonder if the teachers know I'm in the class but I'm not worried because I'm not pretty, smart, popular,I'm not even dead so I'm not important.
During lunch time I was outside like usual trying to get the voices out of my head,"I know I caused everything and I deserve it but please just keep quiet for a while"I whisper but instead of the voices to stop they get louder,I put my hands in my ears trying to shut them out but they get louder,my head ache.i scream I see people gathering me and I couldn't breathe,I start gasping looking for anyway to let air into my lungs I drag my hair because I think pain is the only way this can stop "get her to the nurse"I hear someone say,I scratched my neck hard causing blood to start seeping out,I hear someone scream but I didn't care because the voices gets louder and I scratch harder someone raises me and I look up trying to see the face when I saw a very beautiful man carrying me I try to say something but I see a white light shining brightly and I smile 'is this death, finally' then everything turned dark.