Creepypasta: Winter Rose High school. A place of learning that's made a vision of education into a nightmare. And for one kid in particular, she couldn't agree more. Her name was Rosaline Dubae, a sophmore. She was short and timid, so she was never noticed, usually getting pushed around. She was invisible, but enjoyed it. Home life wasn't any different. Her parents were divorced, and although her mother was kind and caring, she couldn't always be with her, she was a busy woman. Her dad on the other hand, was just the opposite. He was an alcoholic, so he was just always out of it. Usually forgetting about her, he'd go about his day while she kept to herself in the garden. But there were some things about her that everyone found strange. Sometimes, if it was considered a normal day, she talked to herself, with the occasional yelling in frustration and hitting her head against the nearest wall or table. But on other days, she brought clay and made different figures and stuck pins in them.
****Please shoot me with an arrowSo I could see my bloodAnd don't clean up my woundSo it can start a floodI hope it drowns me firstSo they could feel my painAnd send sweet thoughts of happinessCoursing through my veins.Please stab me in the heartI don't need it anywayI care for people who don't care backEach and every dayAnd if they wonder whyMy soul has come to thisI'll tell them they should know the reason"You have broken it".Cut me all you wantIt seems nice to not feelAnd if you cut me too bad for helpI hope I never healAnd I will slip awayFrom this place and finally be freeTo become something more beautifulSo maybe someday, someone will notice me.
Numbers1 lie2 tell3 things4 you to know5 years trying to impress6th was fake7th was bittersweet8th left me brokenNow 9th is the loneliest of allIt weepsAnd moansAnd cries out for helpBut no one can hear itNo one will listen.