When she was done with her homework, she went into her closet and grabbed her favorite book. Which she hallowed out to fit her most priced possession in it.. She took it out and let it hang around her neck. She looked down at it, just hanging, lifeless, still, like herself. Sarah looked at her wrists, they were cut and scarred. She traced the scars with her fingers, counting them as she went. "One, two, three, four..." she said in a hushed wisper. "Sixteen, seventeen, eighteen..." she went on slowly, as tears begin to fill her eyes. "There are probably around 21 or 23 scars all together," Zeke said at the entrance of Sarah's bedroom, leaning against the door frame.
I'm sorry it is sooo sad, but it is just like my inner self, this is how i feel and stuff. I'm srry again that its sad