A Night with an Angel
Laying in bed, crying. Just like any other night. I hated my life. I was constantly bullied, hated. Never accepted. Let me introduce myself, my name is Lucy. I’m 17; I have short blood red hair, blue eyes and a slightly curvy figure. I’m kind of pear shaped so my hips are wider set. And therefore, people feel the need to call me fat and bully me every day. And it doesn’t help that I like dressing in black and red and painting my nails black or wearing black lipstick. Or that there are scars on my wrists. My parents are no help. They either fight or constantly ignore me. But I didn’t know this night would be unlike any other. I was laying bed crying. When a voice spoke to me from across the …