A story of a girl

Let me tell you a story about a girl....

She's sixteen, comes from a good home, a christian home. Her parents love each other, they both work, her mother's works in the baptist ministry her dad is the director of the technology department of a local community college. There happy, or so it seems.

This girl she has a problem, she's a cutter, she find pleasure in cutting her thighs open. Watching the blood flow in the bath water, she need help. But no one notices a damn thing there to obsessed with her "perfect" older sister so her hurt and pain goes unnoticed by people only pretending to care.

The cuts keep her going, not people or friend. But the scars on her thighs. Her heart is broken, shattered to pieces. But no on notice anything. She's a good actor, can fake her happiness and smiles easily. It was harder at first but it got easier, she was always trying to hide her pain and with every fake and forced smile she succeed and the acting got easier. A game really, and she is just a pawn. It's a sick game really, but we learn to live with it.

She use to think cutting was disgraceful and pathetic, her friend did it. And she resented her for it, always trying to take the easy way out or so she thought. But now that she does this to herself she doesn't believe it's bad, a good release or a different way to take her mind off the aching pain within her broken heart. And for a while i didn't know who this person was....

But then i realized this girl, she is me........