Pinwheel Ch 1
“I am not a cutter, or at lest thats what I keep telling myself. You see when I was 10 I use to use a rock to slowly hurt myself. It use to hurt like Hell. As I got older the more I did it - but this time with a pocket knife - the more I needed it. Every time someone made fun of me or mad me mad I had to do it and the more it was need. Some days I would do it maybe 2 to 4 times or other days it was 5 to 7. I did that I met him. Robby was his name he made me feel so loved. His voice so soft and sweet. His kisses so tender on my lips. A year after we met, we were walking across the street. There was a turn, as we crossed a car came flying around the turn. Robby saw the car first and pushed me out of the way, only to get hit seconds later. He never left that road alive, his soul missing. I cried for days, moths years even. I even started to cut again. I tried to stop, I really did.” I sighed, knowing I couldn’t go on without crying.photo by thiselectricheart@Da Later on in the story you will see why it is called what it is called. lol i think.. well new story.. comment/pop/clip
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sad, but it roxs it reminds me of a few of mi friends they cut...well the story still roxs keep it up
ANIMEGIRL07
2008-07-25 17:09:59
Yay! Well...it was sad. But I read it because alot of my friends are cutters....huh. It's sood so far. And HA now you have a reader! POP/COMMENT/CLIP!!!
CHIBISWEETY418
2008-04-18 23:03:05
Yay! Well...it was sad. But I read it because alot of my friends are cutters....huh. It's sood so far. And HA now you have a reader! POP/COMMENT/CLIP!!!
CHIBISWEETY418
2008-04-18 23:02:44