Lost~

Once there was a girl. She hid her face, because she knew she was different. No one ever gave her a second glance. Her mother disapproved of her, her father was an angel in heaven who loved her for her true self. No one got to know her. No one at all. One day pain took over, depriving her off her happiness. 1 wound became 100, 200, 300. Her arms, legs, thighs and sides all contained her scars. She never considered them as just scars, but as battle scars. She looked in a mirror, displeased at what she saw. “Why can’t I be beautiful?” She cried. She sliced her wrist with a shiny blade and slid down the wall. Tears ran down her face, blood poured from her arm. Her cheeks were covered with dry tears and ruined mascara. Her eyes were a deepened red. On her arm remained her battle scars, and blood. She laid there, almost seeming lifeless. When she heard a knock on the door. She slowly got up, and walked to the door. She opened it up only to see some girls. Two skinny girls named Anna and Mia, a girl covered in battlescars with a belt made of various blades and knives who was called Cat, a woman with deep hollow eyes, and a pale white face with rosy cheeks covered in tears named Deb. “We are here. We’re apart of you now.” Deb hissed. The girls gathered around her, and they all told the young sad girl what they stood for. When finished, Deb went outside and got something. Bottle of pills, rope, gun, knife. “Just in case.” She said. Anna and Mia went to her kitchen and got rid of everything. “So you won’t be tempted.” They both hissed in harmony. Cat removed her belt. “So you can continue adding battle scars.” She said slyly.
The girl thanked them, then spoke up quietly. “Why. Why did this happen to me?” She cried out on the last words. “You don’t fit in today’s society. You are an outcast. A mistake to the world. Your a disfigured statue in a big museum. You just were never good enough. Your worthless. Your nothing.” The girls all said in a harsh tone. They all giggled and laughed, then left the girl. She grabbed a chair. She tied the rope to her fan. She went to her sink, and made a cup of water. She took all the pills, and gulped down the water. She took a knife, and sliced her wrists. She stood up on the chair, tears running down her face. “Goodbye world.” She said, her voice breaking as she whispered world. She tied the rope around her neck, then knocked over the chair. She spun around. Everything from her life flashed into her mind. Her first birthday. Her daddy is feeding her cake. She was so happy. The day she got a tricycle and her dad put her on it and showed her what to do. The day her dad died. The day she broke. The day she made her first battle scar. The day she cried and lost all hope. The day she was rejected by her mind. The day she was rejected by her heart. The day she rejected herself. The day she cut deep. The day she was done. The day she stopped breathing. She hung there. Lifeless. It was to late. No one could have saved her. This is who she was now. She wasn’t that fat girl who weighed 60 pounds. She wasn’t that sad girl who faked every smile. She wasn’t that girl who self harmed and made excuses like ‘My cat scratched me.’ She wasn’t that lonely girl who was teased and laughed at, who always laughed too. She was free. She was gone.