I sigh as I walk down the street to my house trying my hardest to ignore the girls behind me talking about how I'm 'Pathetic' and 'A waste of space'. Too bad that I'm walking home alone. Lilly got checked out early from school for a doctors appointment and Miles doesn't get home until 45 minutes after I do. I turn the corner and I see my house in the distance. No one's at home. Miles is at school, mom is with Lilly at the doctors office and my dad is probably at the recording studio in the city as usual. As I walk up to my door, I fish out my house key and phone. As I open the door and let myself in, I dial my mom's number.

"Hi mom. I wanted to call to let you know that I'm at home now and the door is locked, so, I'll be okay. I'll make sure to make lunch for both me and Miles, okay? Bye." I left her the message in her voice mail. I slipped out of my combat boots and carried them with me upstairs to my room. As I entered my room decked out with posters and other decorations, I immediately took off my hoodie and opened the largest pocket to take out my textbook to begin my homework.
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I finished in about 15 minutes and looked to the right. There was my mirror and I could see my reflection. Imperfection In The shape of a girl in a tank top and skinny jeans; My reflection staring back at me. I stood up and walked over to it, looking at my shoulders. Both sides covered in scars and cuts. Some old, some new, some that I don't even remember. My shoulders weren't the only place that held a field of self battle wounds. So did my stomach, thighs and ankles. I layed down on bed and sighed. I can still remember when I first started cutting.

It all started in grade seven. Early grade seven, to be exact. I was that one punk who was a loner. At least, that's what I was labled as by others. I would do my work, get good grades, and was nice to everyone. But the this girl, her name was Brittany, she had just moved into the school district and was actually quiet. She was in my 1st block science class and we were assigned to work together for a project. I was cool with it but she wasn't. She actually fought with the teacher IN FRONT OF THE CLASS about how I was 'A retarded ugly punk who was a waste of space and was pathetic for even trying to learn anything here.'. Now, I may not be the prettiest girl, but I have higher grades in that class than 90% of the kids there. After that, my world at school went spiraling down. Kids started to call me names, push me down the school stairs, trip me, and even throw things at me when I'm walking home with Lilly. After about 3 months of that, I really began to blame myself. I really am an ugly punk who's pathetic.

I sat up and looked at the time. 10 minutes before Miles gets home. I put my hoodie on to cover my scars and walked downstairs to begin looking in the kitchen for something to make for us to eat. I guess we have to settle on Tomato soup with grilled cheese sandwiches. I hear a small knock on the door and rush to answer it. I open the door to reveal the little pint sized brother I have and greet him with a hug and take his backpack for him down to his room.

"I'm hungry. What's for lunch?" He asked.
"Well, I was planning on making Tomato soup and grilled cheese sandwiches. Wanna help?" I answered earning a 'Heck yea!' Back. We washed our hands and began making lunch when half way through our cooking, Mom and Lilly came home. From there we began to make it all together with the help of our mom and I have to say, it was pretty fun. We kept laughing the whole time because of dumb mistakes we would all make, even mom. Once we finished we tried the soup and sandwiches, and they didn't come out too bad. Pretty good, actually.

Once our dad came home, mom had told him how we tried to not make crappy soup and sandwiches and that our plan was kinda successful. He simply laughed and tried it to make sure it really wasn't. Once we were done with that, I looked at the time and saw that it was 10 o'clock and that I should be going to bed. I brushed my teeth and went downstairs to tell my parents and siblings goodnight when my dad asked me a question that made me break out in a cold sweat.

"Honey, are cold? You've been wearing hoodies and long sleeve shirts a lot lately." He said. Crap.
"Oh, uh, yea. I've just been cold." I stuttered.
"Okay, well, put on some warm pajamas tonight, okay?" He smiled. I gave him a nod and a smile back then went on to tell my mom and siblings goodnight. I can't stand lying to my parents or my brother or sister. I feel dirty and unloyal. Bht then again, I really don't want to suck them into my problems. This self hatred is between me, myself and I.

Notes

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~Sgt. Bubbles