- My eyes filled with tears. my bag sitting next me I pulled it on to my lap. It was cold and wet from spit (people spit on me.) I opened the make-up bag that was inside and looked at the sparlking shiny blades that showed my reflection of tears. i grabbed the sharpest one. I held it in my hand. rolled up my jacket sleve revealing my fresh cuts and new and old scars. I looked up and a guy with black hair and red bangs with crystal blue eyes was staring at me he sat down next to me. he wrapped his arms around me and he cried with me. then he show his scars and cuts. It freaked me out cause i had never seen this guy before. then he said I jsut moved here......
- by blackdeath144 |
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- | Submitted on 10/26/2008 |
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- Title: Scared for life
- Artist: blackdeath144
- Description: contiued
- Date: 10/26/2008
- Tags: itstrue
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Comments (3 Comments)
- ToxicSweets - 10/26/2008
- SAD :[
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- Julia Dream - 10/26/2008
- This is horribly written. There's just so much wrong with it, I can't pinpoint exactly what it is. I don't know if it's the lack of commas, or the terrible description, or the fact that your main character is a whining cutter that I automatically dislike, or the pointless parenthetical notes that just come off sounding like even more of a sob story than the story itself.
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- crazyman777 - 10/26/2008
- Wow,thats pretty sad
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