Hannah_HentselGage

After when Hannah's parents get back together and everything turns to normal.
But fate as always has something in store for her... When Hannah gets picked on my her own mentors at school, She tries to find a way out of the situation. Soon, Hannah chooses the leave room 23 to room 21. But to do that she must sacrifice her one and only love, Her friend's. Along with many other challenge's coming Hannah's way, In the end she must learn that When something Bad happen's, There's not always going to be a gate open.
And that sometimes you have to do things for the sake of your own need, Instead of relying on others to make you happy... In the end Hannah must choose between what's most important to her. Her friends happiness, Or her own...

Diary of a Misfit #9

after a few weeks I finally found out a truth... as it turns out my friend Kelly was minipulating me. THIS WHOLE TIME!! I told her, and she Obviously diddent believe me. I don't think she realises what she's doing. but I can't say I trust her either.. my parents where getting back into a fight again but they fixed their damage. But me?... I've already forgiven myself for the damage I've done but I don't think my past will ever stop haunting me no matter how hard I try.. I can never seem to just shut the voices down.  Not long ago during while Kelly was minipulating my mind. And my parents not talking to eachother or me.


I did something that I will always regret...


I did the one thing that has been stuck in my god Damen mind since "Daughter of Blackness" was being written. and it chewed me up like a scap of meat. I sometimes wonder what becomeing suicidal feels like.


and for me it was comforting, but also nerve racking. I walked into my office at the second floor of my house and I grabbed some blue and white handel coloured sissors from one of my shelfs. 


the very top of the blade scratched me along the side of my arm. The moment the blade left my arm I couldn't believe what I had just done to myself. I felt guilty, but relieved that the burden on my shoulders was fading. I guess I was just tired of the stuff going on. And the suicidal thoughts in my head. I just couldn't take it anymore... I put the sissors away and I vowed I would never do that to myself EVER! again.


and I spent the rest of the day hiding the guilt that was the mark on my arm...


Chapter 12 The mark.