Post by Novera Depp on Apr 19, 2012 23:42:16 GMT -5
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[/center] [/center][/blockquote][/blockquote]''---Tell me, darling, why do you have scars on your wrist's?''
Novera looked down. She had always been picked on, all throughout school. Right now she was the victim of Gracie-Mae, the meanist eighteen-year-old will ever meet. Her blonde hair was perfect and her lips where as red as can be WITHOUT any makeup. Not to mention the rest of her gorgeous face; Novera wished she looked like her, honestly. Anyway, Gracie-Mae started by calling Novera fat after she ran into her, then she insulted her meek personality, then she discovered the scars on Novera's wrist. The ones that came from pain and having to bottle up her emotions for all these years...
Gracie-Mae gave her a fake pouty-face. ''To scared to answer, dearie?'' She said in a mock sad tone. Gracie-Mae's goons started chanting ''Cutter! Cutter! She's a Cutter!''. Novera didn't know how to reply. How do you answer a question that brings back so many bad memories? The very ones she had been trying to escape in physical pain where to painful to admit. She promised herself that after this was over, she would go get some time to herself... And then take out her pocketknife and ease the hurt? Sounded good to a certain daughter of doom.
''Leave me alone...'' Novera's protest sounded weak to her ears. ''Leave me alone!'' She repeated firmly before Gracie-Mae had a chance to catch the mistake. ''But that wouldn't be very fun!'' The bully said, grabbing Novera's hand to examine the thin scars closer. But just as soon as her hand was in her grip, it was out of her grip.
Novera yanked her hand away and used her free arm to punch Gracie-Mae in the nose. She was tired of all this freakin' taunting, bullying and overall discomfort. Her whole life had been one plate of critisizim, and Novera hated it. She had learned to bottle up her emotions from her childhood, but now she was tired of all the running, hiding. She was ready to end it all.Before the ounch had time to perculate, there was a shout from Novera. ''Stay away from me! And tell your friends, too!'' She screamed, emotions overflowing. Then she took out her pocketknife and opened it, revealing a sharp steel blade. She swung it around, making a point to almost throw it towards Gracie. She put on her most intimidating face and sort of hopped like she was crazy.
And then Gracie-Mae and her goons went running for their mommies.
Then Novera ran too, but not because some girl almost threw a knife at her, she just wanted to get away from all the people. So she ran, and ran, and ran. 'Vera had no idea where she was going until she got there: The woods. She was deep inside, away from everyone and everything. Away from mean people and people that wanted to ''help''. She sat down on a stump and realized that her pocketknife was still open. Well, she needed it anyway, right? So Novera took the knife and sliced it through her wrist.
Instant pain enveloped her, and even after all these years it took everything she had not to cry out. A sense of comfort encased her, she was human, her pain showed that. Humans are meant to be here. I AM supposed to be here, Novera thought, and let's just remember that. She wasn't exactly sure who the other person in ''lets'' was... But whatever. Novera went in for another cut when ther was a russtle in the woods that made her jump. The jump made her slice up her palm.
''Oh, Gods!''
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Muse: Crap, actually.
Words: Enough...
Notes: WORST QUALITY POST IN HISTORY... I didn't proofread... Sorry xD
