Her First Cut

School was Kats least favorite place to go, bully's, hoes, teachers, and it all felt like needles being pushed through her all at once. She would get on the bus in the morning ready for another horrible day. One day she just couldn't take it anymore, it was to much. Here's her story:

*Kats POV*

I hate school! I hate being bullied by Ana Scott, and I hate being teased by Hannah Avery. Everyday it's another different thing I do to make them have to be so rude to me for no reason at all. It was getting to be lunch time so I was going to sit with my friends, Avery Hights, Alli Way, and Karen Watts. I couldn't have better friends then these guys! "Ew what a weirdo" Ana said as she walked by me. Needless to say Hannah was right behind her and she slapped my books out of my hands. Oh but what did I do? Nothing! All I did was stand there waiting to cross the halls to get to the lunch room.

As soon as I got there Avery put her hand in my back. "Everything will be alright Kat. Ana and Hannah just need to get lives if they honestly have nothing better to do." "Yea your right." I said as I sighed and looked down at my food. A hot burrito and a juicy apple along with some milk. "Gosh, I wonder why people call me fat!" I said. "Your not fat Kat, your beautiful and your very skinny" Alli said just finely sitting down at the table. Karen joined her. "Don't worry your not the only one Ana and Hanna bully, trust me there's others." Karen said rolling her eyes at the fact that Hannah and Ana had to be such bitches.

The whistle soon blew indicating that lunch was over. After we walked out of the lunch room there I saw Ana standing with Hannah. Hannah immediately dashed for me. She pushed me up against the wall and punched me really hard in the face. "Hannah don't hurt her so bad that she won't come to school tomorrow, we need a punching bag for tomorrow too!" Ana said while laughing an evil bitch laugh.

I went home and just couldn't handle it, it's been years since they started bullying me! I found a razor blade in the kitchen while my mom wasn't home. I looked down at my wrist thinking "maybe one cut might not be so bad" and so there I went, slicing a clean blade into what used to be a beautiful clean wrist. I saw blood start gushing out of the slit. "Wow, I did it, I really did it." I said looking down at my unclean, red, bloody wrist.