Hey guys! Here's a new story I'm writing. It's sort of my type of therapy, if that makes sense...

DISCLAIMER: THIS STORY MAY BE TRIGGERING!

It's rated T. It has a lot of topics about self-injury..

Anyway, I hope you guys like it. I also don't own Austin and Ally.

~Kristina B.

Chapter one:

Every time I close my eyes. I see her.

Her pale face. Her cold body. Her lifeless eyes. It's not something you forget..

Since then, let's say my life...has changed.

My grades dropped.

"Ms. Dawson. Your grades have dropped drastically. Is there something I should know about?"

I looked up at my teacher. "No."

I gave up on my book clubs, and cloud watching clubs.

"Hey Alls. You haven't been showing up to our meetings. Is something wrong?"

Anna asked me. She is or was like me. Perky and positive.

Of course something's wrong! I thought. "Leave me alone."

"Al-"She reached out for me. I jerked away. "Leave. Me. Alone."

My voice came out so cold and harsh.

I felt so...alone. I lost it.

I cut for the very first time…

I walked home in bitter tears. I'm all alone. Mom's dead. Dad's always busy. I rushed inside.

I dropped my backpack on the ground. My footsteps were heavy as I walked into the bathroom. My chest was rising up and down. My mind was racing, I couldn't breathe.

I picked up my razor. I grab a pair of scissors, and break it, so I have three separate razor blades.

I grabbed one, and dragged it across my lower arm. I winced, but kept going. I had five equal cuts on my arm.

I could think clearly, I could...breathe.

My name's Ally Dawson. Welcome to this twisted story I call life.

I know its short, but it's only an introductory chapter..thingy.

Anyway, I hoped you liked it, please review below!

~Kristina B.