Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-25326117-20150812025634

This letter was written by my roommate, I'm scared. Guys, what should I do? I called the cops and they are so slow. My friend keeps bleeding out and I am not trained in this area. I tried covering her with band-aids, but...the bleeding isn't stopping. Somebody, please help!

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Hi, my name is Christal Lincoln and I am twenty-two-years-old. I have no idea why my roommate, Piper is in the hospital. Wait, I do, it's because she had one of her psychotic episodes again. Last night was probably the worst. How could she bleed so much from a simple razor?!

I have visited her in the hospital, but I had to go home due to visiting hours being over. I was too scared and too shocked to go home, so I had somebody drive me home. I'll just say it was my friend, Stephanie Fisher. She and I have a relationship that goes beyond being just friends, but I should just focus on my roommate. Maybe, I should have a distraction, because thinking constantly about my roommate isn't doing me much favors.

I don't want to mention this, but I found something unsettling under my roommate's bed. The reason why I was in her room was because I had to know. I had to know why she was in the bathroom, nearly catatonic and face up in a pool of blood and water. I just want to stop writing this, but I can't handle this. My roommate, my sister, she doesn't deserve this! I am only with her, because mom couldn't handle her anymore. I'm sorry for outing you, Christal, but I don't know how I can handle you once you get out of the hospital. Please, forgive me!

I am sorry for sneaking into your room and bringing out your secret diary, but I have to know why you did this. Why do you insist on hurting yourself? Don't you care about your family and friends?! I have to tell you this in your own diary, because I don't want to hurt you anymore. I am sorry, I am sorry, I am really sorry!

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Here is my sister's diary, which was titled from yesterday.

"I can't handle this life anymore.  Everybody thinks I am so innocent, but I'm not.  I'm a devil, right?  What type of twenty-two-year-old girl smacks herself around.  What type of sister is insanely jealous of her nineteen-year-old sister and envies the closeness she has with her friend, Stephanie.  I am not a devil, right?"

"I'll start out from earliest beginnings.  I knew I wasn't like the other kids when I was eight and my family just moved to this hellhole known as Gaters.  What type of little girl gawks at boys?  What type of little girl walks on her tiptoes?  Mom is freaking out and tried getting me to act normal.  She would say, 'Christal, walk heel to toe!' and she would also get me these heavy shoes to keep me 'flat-footed.'  Parents are weird, but you know so are the kids in my classroom."

"The teacher barely does anything, she's from another state.  Mom doesn't really like her, because she thinks the teacher can't handle me.  My classmates are still giving me the cold shoulder.  Some of them have started calling me 'Twinkle Toes' and others have stomped on my toes.  I don't recall much of those encounters, but I just remembered it from some classmate that reported that she was one of the kids that stomped on my tiptoes."

"Mom took me out of the school system, because I got thrown down the school's hill.  Mom was hellbent on getting me out of that school since the officials did nothing.  She has me going to this new private school soon.  I don't really know what happened."

(Guys, this is just a rough draft so far). 