Lisa was not popular at school. It was her third school in two years and all the students were the same. They ignored her.
Lisa was a good student. She would spend her weekends studying instead of hanging with friends.
Lisa’s Mom and Dad had just recently divorced. Her Dad left them and she felt very unloved. Mom worked 3 jobs to keep a roof over Lisa and her brother’s heads.
Lisa was in her room doing her homework when she got a paper cut.
“ouch!” She sucked the blood off her finger. She looked at the tiny slice and yet didnt mind it.
The next day at school, someone noticed her for the first time. BUt what they had to say was not kind.
“Hey porko” Dave greeted her. Lisa looked up. He just laughed and walked off with his friends.
lisa teared up. She raced to the bathroom. She remembered seeing that little slice on her finger the night before. She liked to see the blood.
So Lisa locked herself in a stall and found her art scissors. She pulled up the sleeve of her pink sweatshirt.
She pressed the scissors into her flesh. a tiny drop of blood turned into two, then three. LIsa got scared!
She pressed a paper towel on her wrists. and smiled. She had a secret.
she returned to class. She was late but the teacher didnt seem to care.
“Oh No” SHe said to herself as she took a seat. There were two little drops of blood on the floor.
She peeked at her wrist.
She looked up quickly.
“What did you do!?” It was her classmate, Kimmy. LIsa blushed. Kimmy grabbed LIsa’s arm.
“You cut!?” SHe exclaimed. all the attention went on Lisa. She was so embarrassed. The teacher came over to see. He took one look and took lIsa by the arm and walked her to the nurse. He showed the nurse her wrist.
Lisa started to cry. The guidance counselor came to see Lisa. They sat in a private room and talked.
All the sudden, Lisa spilled her guts. She talked about everything that was going on in her life. LIsa cried.
The councilor gave her tissues and checked her wrist. It had clotted.
“I am here from 8 to 4 everyday, if you ever need to talk” SHe told LIsa.
Lisa felt so much better.
Sometimes you just need a friend to talk to. Dont bottle up your feelings. Its unhealthy. Alos, dont cut.