Category : Books-Fiction

Sub Category : YoungAdult

As I sit alone at the lunch table, I can't help but think what my purpose is. Why did God create June World? What am I going to do with my life? I look around the cafeteria and a group of girls are looking at me. I can hear them muttering insults about me. "Look at that freak over there." One of them went up to me and called me a bitch then slammed my face into my lunch. Everyone laughed. I did not cry. I did not run away. I was used to that. It happened everyday.

Being in high school sucks. Being in high school with no friends sucks even more. School is hell for me. At the end of the day, I drive home to hear the sound of my parents arguing. I quickly walk into my room and sob my heart out. I glance at my dresser and look inside. I move the secret compartment I had made and I grab the knife. I incapable of  making most of my decisions. I make a mark on my wrist and cry with each incision. I am blocked off. I am an outcast. I am trapped. I am alone.