I locked the door to the bathroom of my new bedroom. I slumped against the door and pulled out the knife I had taken from the kitchen. I pull down my pants. I don't cut my arms-to hard to hide. I cut my thighs.

I place the cool blade on my warm left thigh and press down.

One cut because dad doesn't care.

Two cuts because mom is always drunk.

Ten cuts because I killed Eliza.

Three cuts for being a burden to the Washintons.

Three cuts for being a terrible friend to Aaron.

Three cuts for being fat.

Three cuts for being ugly.

Three cuts because I can't stop.

Two cuts because I'm running out of room on my thighs.

One cut because I feel dizzy.

I stop, clean the blade and lazily wrap a bandage around each thigh. I pull up my pants and clean up the blood that covers the floor.

I step on the scale. 99.2 pounds. That's to much for someone who is 15 and 4 foot talk right? I'm so fat. I hear knock on the door.

"Peggy? Are you in there?" Angelica calls. "Its dinner time Pegs."

I unlock the door and follow her down the stairs. On the last step I stumble and Angelica catches me. I just stand up and walk to the table. Its macaroni and cheese.

Thomas has already eaten five fucking bowls. Everyone else is almost done. I stare at the evil food.

"Are you alright dear Peggy?" Martha asks. No I think.

"I'm not hungry." I say before getting up from the table and leaving, but not before seeing Tomas take my bowl and Aaron ask to be exscuesed.

I run into my room and I throw myself at my bed face first, landing on my thighs a weird way. I gasp in pain.

"Peggy!" Aaron cries. I roll over and Aaron looks mortified. On my bed and legs is blood stains.

"Fuck." I whisper.