Chapter 1

Skin N’ Bones & Covered in Scars

 

 

This is a new story I thought of.

 

You might just be able to figure out what it’s about just by the title lol.

 

 

Chapter 1

 

 

2 years ago…

 

            “Hahahaha, you’re so fat!” The bully sneers

 

            “No I’m not!” I yell back them tears filling my eyes.

 

            “Then how much do you weight?” He asks.

 

            “I only weigh 150 lbs.”

 

            “Exactly, you’re fat! You should die in a hole, you take up to much space.” He pushes me against the locker and I fall to the ground. I can feel my vision blur a little as I watch him walk away laughing.

 

            Once he’s out of my sight I struggle back up and run to the bathroom. I lock myself in one of the stalls and sit down facing the toilet.  After a little hesitation I stick my fingers in my mouth and I forcefully throw up my lunch.

 

            I just stare at the vomit that’s in the toilet; the food is what’s making me fat. Maybe if I just stop eating I can lose some weight and they’ll stop bullying me.

 

 

Present time…

 

 

            It’s the two-year anniversary to the time I decided I couldn’t eat anymore. These days I only eat when my mom forces me to but I throw it right up afterwards. I actually don’t have to force it anymore; my body rejects food now. I’ve lost around sixty to seventy pounds since I have stopped eating. I don’t know how but I’m still alive. I guess my body holds in just enough from when I do eat for me to still be alive.

 

            The bullying didn’t stop. Even after I lost weight people were still being jerks and calling me fat. Even when I was at 100 lbs they called me fat. Why? They wanted to see how far I would go. Well I’m still going.

I started cutting a year ago. My arms, legs, stomach, and chest are littered in scars. I tried to commit suicide once, was holding my dad’s gun up to my head, but then mom just had to walk into my room and took the gun away. That was a month ago. I refuse to go into a rehab place for people who attempted suicide. Mom doesn’t feel like forcing me to.

 

I stand on the scale in my bathroom. 85 lbs it says. Will they stop calling me fat now? I smile at the thought of them stopping. It would be nice if they did.

 

I’ve never had friends, so nobody has ever said I wasn’t fat.

 

I decide to slip my clothes on. Should probably get to school.

 

 

 

There’s the first chapter.

 

I don’t know whether to make this character a guy or a girl lol. It will most likely be a guy though.

 

Do you guys think I should continue this? If I get enough good feedback I will.

 

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Reviews

[John]

I'd like to see where this goes.
Maybe you could leave the gender of the protagonist a mystery for the first couple of chapters, keep the reader guessing, that might add some fun into it.

[Kuroko Chigokoro]

Hmm I guess I can do that :)

[Annie29]

Continue!(:

[Kuroko Chigokoro]

Lol ok :)