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I'm So Tired Of Being Here (for BVB_Saved_My_Life)
Anna
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Letting the world know that she was a cutter had been the downfall of her social life. She thought people would be sympathetic, or even offer her help. Instead, everyone turned their backs and mocked her for it. She received message after message asking her why she did it, how she did it, and what the whole process was like.
When she was about eleven years old, she watched her grandparents die. It wasn’t like she chose to stand there and watch them die. She just walked in on the wrong moment. Her and her mother and father had been staying at her grandparent’s house for a few weeks while their house was being finished off.
She didn’t know much about the background story behind it, but one night she woke up to get a glass of water. As she walked by her grandparent’s room, she heard muffled screams and shouts. Her curiosity got the better of her and she opened the door. When she walked in a little more, she saw her father, standing over her grandparents with a knife in his hands. With one quick swipe, he slit her grandfather’s throat, and stabbed her grandmother right in the heart. When he turned around and saw her standing there, tears in her eyes, and his hands covered in blood, he told her to be quiet; go back to bed; and never say anything about it to anyone.
From that moment on, the trauma of watching both her grandparents be brutally murdered was too much for her eleven year old mind to handle. There was only one way she could release her pain and it was through cutting.
Now, Anna was in high school and the murders were years behind her. She never told a soul, and kept it deep within the crevices of her mind. The memory haunted her, and sometimes she could still see her father kneeling over her grandmother with a dagger in his blood stained, shaking hands, and glaring back at her with hollow eyes.
Anna sat at lunch by herself usually. Sometimes kids would sit with her to ask her questions about her self-mutilation, but no one was really interested in anything else.
“Hey, Anna!” A boy named Greg and his girlfriend Jenna sat down at her table with her. “We noticed you sitting here by yourself and we thought we would join you. Is that okay?”
Greg was really popular in the Drama Club and Anna had heard he was really nice. She hadn’t heard so much about Jenna, but if Greg was dating her, she must be nice as well.
“Yeah, sure. I was actually getting a little lonely.” She admitted.
Greg nodded. “Understandable.” He put his phone on the table and started playing some music. “I hope you don’t mind.” He glanced at her. Anna just kept eating and shook her head slightly. “Sorry, Anna, I don’t have any cutting music.” Greg commented, laughing a little to himself. Jenna laughed a bit as well.
And to think Greg was known as the nice one on campus. Anna put her sandwich back in her lunch box and stood up. “I have to get going.” She said and hurried out of the lunch room.
She skipped her last class of the day and spent it in the auditorium. At least there she could get away from everyone. No one checked the auditorium ever, especially during the last class of the day. By that point, no one cared if you were even in school anymore or not.
When the final bell rang, she left school and walked down to the local park. She didn’t feel like going back home yet and facing her parents. They would ask her every day if she had told yet.
She sat on the swings and listened to music until the sun disappeared from the horizon and the moon gleamed brightly down on her. She walked over to the glistening water of the pond and let her razor glint in the moonlight. She liked being here the most. It proved to her that beauty can coexist with tragedy.
“Hey, wait!” Someone from behind startled her and caused her to drop her razor into the water.
“Shit.” She cursed under her breath.
A boy she recognized from school ran over and sat down on the grass next to her. She didn’t know his name, but she had seen him around a lot. He was cute, but she knew he would never go for a girl like her.
“I don’t know if you know me.” He said. “I’m Jake. We’re friends on Facebook.”
She just nodded, admiring the way the moonlight made his black hair shine.
“Anyway,” He continued. “I saw what you posted. No one should have to resort to doing that to themselves.”
“I’m so tired of being here.” She admitted, staring at the water where her only escape had vanished from her sight.
Unexpectedly, Jake wrapped his arms around her and held her for a few moments. He didn’t let go, even when she squirmed a little. He just held her in his arms, letting her know that she wasn’t alone in this world.
:Letting the world know that she was a cutter had been the downfall of her social life. She thought people would be sympathetic, or even offer her help. Instead, everyone turned their backs and mocked her for it. She received message after message asking her why she did it, how she did it, and what the whole process was like.
When she was about eleven years old, she watched her grandparents die. It wasn’t like she chose to stand there and watch them die. She just walked in on the wrong moment. Her and her mother and father had been staying at her grandparent’s house for a few weeks while their house was being finished off.
She didn’t know much about the background story behind it, but one night she woke up to get a glass of water. As she walked by her grandparent’s room, she heard muffled screams and shouts. Her curiosity got the better of her and she opened the door. When she walked in a little more, she saw her father, standing over her grandparents with a knife in his hands. With one quick swipe, he slit her grandfather’s throat, and stabbed her grandmother right in the heart. When he turned around and saw her standing there, tears in her eyes, and his hands covered in blood, he told her to be quiet; go back to bed; and never say anything about it to anyone.
From that moment on, the trauma of watching both her grandparents be brutally murdered was too much for her eleven year old mind to handle. There was only one way she could release her pain and it was through cutting.
Now, Anna was in high school and the murders were years behind her. She never told a soul, and kept it deep within the crevices of her mind. The memory haunted her, and sometimes she could still see her father kneeling over her grandmother with a dagger in his blood stained, shaking hands, and glaring back at her with hollow eyes.
Anna sat at lunch by herself usually. Sometimes kids would sit with her to ask her questions about her self-mutilation, but no one was really interested in anything else.
“Hey, Anna!” A boy named Greg and his girlfriend Jenna sat down at her table with her. “We noticed you sitting here by yourself and we thought we would join you. Is that okay?”
Greg was really popular in the Drama Club and Anna had heard he was really nice. She hadn’t heard so much about Jenna, but if Greg was dating her, she must be nice as well.
“Yeah, sure. I was actually getting a little lonely.” She admitted.
Greg nodded. “Understandable.” He put his phone on the table and started playing some music. “I hope you don’t mind.” He glanced at her. Anna just kept eating and shook her head slightly. “Sorry, Anna, I don’t have any cutting music.” Greg commented, laughing a little to himself. Jenna laughed a bit as well.
And to think Greg was known as the nice one on campus. Anna put her sandwich back in her lunch box and stood up. “I have to get going.” She said and hurried out of the lunch room.
She skipped her last class of the day and spent it in the auditorium. At least there she could get away from everyone. No one checked the auditorium ever, especially during the last class of the day. By that point, no one cared if you were even in school anymore or not.
When the final bell rang, she left school and walked down to the local park. She didn’t feel like going back home yet and facing her parents. They would ask her every day if she had told yet.
She sat on the swings and listened to music until the sun disappeared from the horizon and the moon gleamed brightly down on her. She walked over to the glistening water of the pond and let her razor glint in the moonlight. She liked being here the most. It proved to her that beauty can coexist with tragedy.
“Hey, wait!” Someone from behind startled her and caused her to drop her razor into the water.
“Shit.” She cursed under her breath.
A boy she recognized from school ran over and sat down on the grass next to her. She didn’t know his name, but she had seen him around a lot. He was cute, but she knew he would never go for a girl like her.
“I don’t know if you know me.” He said. “I’m Jake. We’re friends on Facebook.”
She just nodded, admiring the way the moonlight made his black hair shine.
“Anyway,” He continued. “I saw what you posted. No one should have to resort to doing that to themselves.”
“I’m so tired of being here.” She admitted, staring at the water where her only escape had vanished from her sight.
Unexpectedly, Jake wrapped his arms around her and held her for a few moments. He didn’t let go, even when she squirmed a little. He just held her in his arms, letting her know that she wasn’t alone in this world.
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8/5/14