Jacklyn-

Another school year... After the summer school incident, I probably won't have any friends but Ally...

But that's a different story...

So to start my story I suppose I should say, I'm kinda like a mute. I almost never talk, and I am exceptionally shy....

When it comes to Ally I'm a whole different person, it's like I come out of the shadows, and actually communicate, and interact with her.  I always have a journal with me, and write lyrics to songs, poems, stories, and just whatever, you know? She knows a lot about me. Well, I'm pretty guarded. I write a lot, and she reads the majority, except some really sad things...

Well, if you must know, they're letters...

Yes. Those letters.

And they aren't even letters, really. They're wills.

But I digress...

I don't have anyone else.

Now. Especially now.

I grumbled as I looked at the calendar. Two more days... Ugh.

I popped in a pair of headphones as I typed in my password to my iPod. Yes, i have an iPod. They're useful to ignore assholes.

Colton was the worst. He made fun of me incessantly... I sighed. "Tear in my Heart" was playing. I love that song...

I sat and read until my mom came home. We were the only ones in the house. It was alright. My dad lived far, far away.

Very far.

Locked up.

He was in prison.

Thank God.

I slyly looked down at my arms, covered in overlapping scars. The sleeves from a sweater rode up. I had a fight with my mom last year about wearing oversized sweaters in August, but I told her I didn't care whether Hell was freezing over, I'd wear a fucking sweater if I wanted to, damn it.

Not exactly the same phrasing, you know, but still.

I'd been cutting since before we left Dad. There were cuts and scars just all over my porcelain skin.

All over my wrists, thighs, upper arms, sides, and my stomach. Mainly I cut my thighs and sides, but recently I had gone back to cutting my arms and wrists again.

I sighed once more. Another year closer to imminent death.