Let me tell you a story…
One day, a baby is born. It’s a baby girl. She’s small, light, fragile and cute. But there’s something wrong with the baby. She has 2 arrows sticking out of her. One in her chest piercing her heart, and another in her throat. The arrows are painful and uncomfortable for the baby. So, the doctors prescribe a pain medication to numb the pain caused by the arrows. The baby slowly grows comfortable, and is raised by her parents.
Her parents love her to bits. She’s a happy, joyful child. She plays, dances, sings, and laughs happily. She’s curious, and loves learning new things. But at the age of 2, her parents make a horrifying discovery: she had been shot with another arrow. And this time, it was in the back of her head. When taken to the doctors, the doctors just shrug their shoulders and tell them the pain med should continue to make her comfortable. Her parents take their word for it. Despite the new arrow in her head, the toddler is still happy and joyful.
This toddler soon grows into a child. She becomes almost entertaining in her playing, and proves her intelligence. But the arrows sometimes cause her bits of pain. She feels the pain, but believes it’s normal and never says anything to her parents. The pain was too familiar to be seen as wrong in her eyes. Despite the pain, the girl remains happy and playful.
But the arrow in her throat starts to dig deeper and hurt more. She tells her parents, and she’s given a second pain medication to lessen the pain. When she asks why they can’t remove the arrow, they stare at her like she has 3 heads and 5 eyeballs. “No person can remove their arrow. People have tried, and it only hurts them more.” Her parents tell her. She takes their word for it.
The girl suddenly wakes up and finds she’s been impaled with an arrow in the lower belly next. The doctor prescribes her a third pain medication for her. By this point, the girl has 4 arrows at the age of 9. The girl doesn’t realize how unusual this is, until she looks at her fellow classmates. As she looks around the class, she finds most of her classmates have maybe one or two arrows. But that’s it. A few of her classmates don’t have any arrows at all! She looked at herself in the mirror in the bathroom, and stared at her 4 deep arrows. She starts to realize just how different she was…
She grows up to reach adolescence. And to her horror, the girl wakes up to see 2 more arrows sprouting out of her head. She had been shot two more times in the back and the side of her head. She experiences more pain. So, she asks for more pain medication. The doctor prescribes it for her, making her medication number go up to 4. She knows it’s strange, but she accepts this as her new normal.
The girl reaches teenagehood and gasps as she stares at herself in the mirror. She had a new arrow in her head! And this arrow effected her the most. It distracted her from daily life. She didn’t want to admit it, but she had to get more pain medication to overcome the pain. Her medication number reaches 6, and she begins to taste bits of blood coming up her throat.
As she went through teenagehood, the girl tried to stay optimistic. But everytime she would find a reason to be happy, a new arrow would wind up inside her. When she finally reached 18, the girl had 10 arrows in her body, and 8 pain medications to numb the pain. The girl began to crave happiness through every mean possible. She are junk food to be happy. She looked for happiness from other people’s approval. But even though this would momentarily make her happy, she was no longer the joyful toddler she used to be.
The girl woke up to find 4 more arrows. One in each wrist, and one in each ankle. It was growing painful to walk and do her hobbies. Her pain medication count goes up to 10. Blood comes into her mouth everyday. She swallows it down, trying to keep the blood from coming out. But it keeps flowing back into her mouth. When it becomes too much to keep the blood inside, the girl throws up the blood in the bathroom and cleans up any evidence of struggle. She’s beginning to grow weaker and less mentally strong.
The girl reaches age 20. But it doesn’t feel like a celebration or a milestone. It feels like torture. She can’t run around anymore without the arrows hurting her. She can’t think without the pain plaguing her. And she had reached 11 pain medications by this point. This girl was barely holding it together.
Then one day…as she limps her way around with blood dripping from her lips…
The girl feels a pain in her stomach. She looks down and sighs as she stares at the new arrow in her stomach. The doctor tries to tell her pain medication will not fix this new arrow, as she now has 14 arrows in her body. But she can’t listen anymore. She’s sick of living.
The girl finally flops onto the ground. She curls up into a ball, and hugs her knees to her chest as she feels herself finally dying. She feels scared of what will be next for her. She thinks of the life she had lived. The happiness, and the slow descent into insanity.
She closes her eyes and lets the familiar pain cut into her nerves one last time…
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ive been thinking yk what no matter how much people give me compliments, call me pretty and stuff, it doesnt matter i still feel hideous so what if i like cut up all my face and leave it scarred so people leave me alone and then they will know how i feel on the inside
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Those few days before your period start making your body and your mind turn in on you. I don't know if I'm actually losing my mind because of the news here or because I'm on the cusp of starting a new cycle. Am I depressed? Should I take my thoughts seriously, or will they slow down in a couple of days? Why haven't I been sleeping at nights this past week? Hormones or I'm finally drained by the events? Am I not interested in anything because of PMS or because I'm not okay?
I DON'T KNOW.
Guess we'll see soon.
Sigh.
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