Mom, I dont care what you say!" I screamed into my phone, slamming it shut. I told my mother I was running away, but really I just drove to the park a few miles away. She would either call again, or come looking, and I had every intention of staying here until she did. Suddenly, I began to cry. I curled up on the bench and sobbed until my phone buzzed. It was a text. Guess who. "Josh if you want to come home, there is a key under the mat. I will be home around 2 am. Dont wait up again. I love you very much." is what it said. I got up with a sigh and got into my car. There was no need to worry her. So I would go home, as angry as I was. My mom worked the night shift at the pet hospital or something shitty like that. I pulled into the drive way and huffed my way in the front door. I kicked off my shoes and blasted my favorite band as loud as the speakers would go. Black Veil Brides. The "Wretched and Divine" album always made me smile. My mom had dinner on the stove for me. She put up with so much. Even though I'm a bitch and my hair color changes more often than the seasons, I've never been grounded. I dont hate my mother, I love her very much. And she knows that. I'm just a very angry person, you could say bitter. I sat down and took a few bites of the stir fry she made, and then put it in the fridge for my brother when he got home. Max was spending the summer months at home. This was nice because I missed him alot while he was at college. I get kinda lonely, and we always have fun togther. My mom and I used to get along, but then dad left, and well, she's never really home any how. I opened the bathroom door and walked in. The drawer on the left side of the sink was mine, and I opened it to find my razor blades. I sat in the bathtub and began making angry desperate cuts on the arms, legs and torso. Then I just sat there, numb from emotion and my body stinging fromt the cold crisp air. after a while I took off the remainder of my clothes and started the faucet. The hot water tickled, then stung my open flesh. I washed the blood away and drained the tub from the crimson water. I got out and stepped in front of the mirror. I stared at my naked body. I wasnt fat, I wasnt skinny, i just was. I was okay with that. I didnt really give a fuck about my weight. as long as I didnt waddle who cares right. I stared at my face. the one thing I liked about myself was my looks. not that I was pretty, but I look different. I hate how all girls look the same in Hollywood. Fake butt, fake boobs, fake hair, fake nails, fake noses fake fucking everything!!!!! I thought about this and looked at my currently purple hair, and decided that the bottom half need to be blue. So I threw my clothes back on and headed to the drugstore, bringnig my razor along with me.

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My 2nd story, comment and give me feedback and/or advice/suggestions. Hope you enjoy. :)