People question why I do what I do. I have my reasons. No one will ever truely understand but me. Each scar tells a story, a story that is now on my skin forever. Here is the start of my story: October 18, 2008 It started out as a normal day. My best friend, Kayla and I planned to have a sleep over that night after going to a haunted house. The night was great. The air was cool. The scaryness of the night was spooky. As we walked back to her house, there was a short odd silence. Something that never happens between me and my best friend. She blurted out something random and we laughed. I shook off the feeling that something could be wrong. Back at her house, I took a quick shower as she set up a movie for us to watch because her family was gone for the night. As a finished getting dressed, a yelp came through the door. I threw the door open and ran into the kitchion to watch my best friend fall to the floor with a bloody knife in her chest. The color from my face drained as I watched her blond curls get soaked in her blood that was pooling on the floor. I threw up and barely managed to call 911 before passing out. I was known as the dead girl's friend. November 1, 2008 One week later, I'm a mess. People would lighty touch me on the shoulders in the school halls as I walked by not caring. People ignored me because I'm now labled as the Dead Girl's Friend. That night, there was a party. My friend Cate dragged me to it to get my mind off of Kayla. At the party, I managed to get a little tipsy. Two blocks down the road from the party is an old bridge. During the summer, the water would be deep enough for us to jump off the bridge and into the water and be safe. A few of us decided to go jump knowing we would be fine. Once there, we started thinking is was a bad idea. I jumped off the bridge. The water wasn't deep enough. I hit my head and manged to pull myself out. I was bleeding from the back of my head and my nose as well as a deep cut on my leg. The idea of death entered my mind then and there. I pulled out my pocket knife and fell to my knees. I cut myself down my left arm. The cut ended up being deeper than I thought it would be and I was losing blood way to fast. I head screams and saw a bright light. Then nothing but darkness. November 2, 2008 I can't see. My head is way too heavy to move. My body felt like it was floating. People started talking. I heard the words "blood loss" and "dying" followed by crying. There was a long beep and then I felt peacefull. I don't know for sure how long I was out but when I woke up, everyone in the room started bawling more. I later found out that I was dead and I was still lying on my death bed. A few nights later, I cut again. I felt relif. It felt great. People tell me I'm stupid —which I am— but it almost helping in a way. It's a good kind of pain. My first three scar's are about the pain of Kayla. There are more about her but those are a whole nother story to tell. This is my true story of the stupidness in my cuts. Cutting isn't good but I don't think I can stop. I went a full year until today without cutting. But the new scars are stories to be told at a later time. Love, peace, and happiness my friends All true tales by -Heart-Skylar
SkylarI can't say that I understand your pain, but I know you went through a lot. I like you as my friend. You might say I can't understand you, but I think I do and I am trying my best to stop you. I know I am not enough to fully stop you from doing this, but always remember you are not alone. You have me and your others friends who care much about you. Please don't think about death, but instead think to live to the fullest. Life can be cruel, but I hope you can find happiness. I just want you to get over your pain and I'll try my best to help you and support you. Nero and your other friends who care about you are here all here for you. We love you. I hope you can feel it.
I am messed up myself, but I want to be happy and no matter how much I hate my life I'll still try and will never give up to try to be happy. My experience in life might not even be compared to yours, but what I want to tell you is never give up in living no matter what. You have my support.
Oh skyI understand your pain and I also did the same thing you have my support and I'm always here for you bestie
I feel so sad for you right now. you have experienced the worst. I'm sorry. But just keep your head up.
My friends have mostly died,or killed themselves.i have watched every relationship crumble . (shakes head and smiles) i may be the popular girl in the club Sky and in my school in rl, but pepl rarely KNOW the REAL me.im seen as the funny smart girl. I have my own personal demons that i fight everyday.we all do.mine hit me at my weakest.memories of my abuse as a kid.my father beat me so hard i had to go to the hospital.i wore a kneck brace for weeks.my first bf left me......like my father did.every night he left me.....i didnt have a stable family. Im a moderate muslim. And i go to a fanatic taliban loving private school! They hate me bcuz im a "mudblood" my sis and mother are christian.americans hated me after 9/11. Unlike most pepl i dont cry or whine about it.i fight back. Ive always been a fighter......but somedays im too tired to fight.i smile and go home and cut myself. I dont cut myself everyday but each cut has its Memoirs! I know how u feel Sky! And if u need some1 to talk to i will always be here. Remember what i told you...."when i love some1 its forever" i love hard. So ill always be here. Ive stopped cutting but each day gets a little easier.....every second is a battle. Be strong sky! I love you
That's very sad Sky!! I've lost a friend due to suicide and it's very serious stuff! I can't imagine losing anyone else!
I can feel myself drifting back two years while I read this. It is so sad and can actually be true....