The Teenage Girl

Here sits the teenage girl who no one seemed to notice. She was like an extra in a movie, there to take up space nothing more. She appeared smart, and normal. At least that’s what all thought sure, we made fun of her a few times. She was hardly ever at school and that sweater. Always with that sweater. Little did we know her personal life was a living hell. Her family was sick and disturbed. She hardly had a family no one would care about her or tries and make her feel better and constantly she would hthemthem shouting...shouting. Always with the shouting \"I hate you!\" \"Why don’t you just die or better yet slit your wrists so you will feel pain as you slowly die of agony!\" She would cut her arms in the so-called privacy of her own room. She would take a razor and like cutting turkey, she would push the razor in. The pain she felt was like thousands of needles stabbing her over and over. The blood would pour out like a waterfall. It wouldn’t stop. She would put a towel on it, to try and stop all the bleeding. She would scream silently in undying agony. “Why the hell am I living?” She has asked this to herself countless times. “Is this pain I am experiencing really worth it?” “Really worth breathing?” No reason to live…. none at all. Then she remembers her friend no….her blood sister. This “sister” will never leave her side. She would come over at four o’clock in the morning just to hold her and cry, and share her pain so the burden wont be so damn heavy. Maybe the teenage girl says to herself….maybe ill breathe another day.