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Every day was a new challenge for Naomi, but not in a good way. Every day it was like a piece of her slipped away. She wasn't always like this. Wasn't always so sad and so lacking in happiness. When she was a little girl she had been so full of joy. So full of wonder, hopes,and dreams. She could fin the fun in anything back then and could really make other people around her happy as well. Yet, after spending so much time in foster care, she had found those feelings she had once felt, slowly faded. As she grew older, she realized the world was filled with horrible people. People who didn't care about others and would stomp out any good feelings one might ever hold.
She remembered it starting when she lost a tooth. She had been so excited. After all, all the other children in her foster home had gotten visits from the tooth fairy, so why wouldn't she? And, she had been so sure she had seen and had been friends with the Toothfairy so that made her all the more sure the Toothfairy would come and exchange her tooth for a coin. The other children just laughed at her, telling her she was stupid for believing in the Toothfairy. They tried to tell her that it was the adults that left the coins under pillows, and yet she had still not believed they were telling the truth. Until the next morning, when she woke up and found her tooth still under the pillow.
She had been so heartbroken. She had been so sure. So sure that the Toothfairy was real and had been her friend. She had played with her and flew with her, hadn't she? Yet, as she tried again and again the next few nights, it became clear that the Toothfairy wasn't coming, and so, wasn't real. It was the same story when Easter came, and then Christmas. Nothing. While all the other children got easter baskets and presents, Naomi was left out of the fun and joy. She was made fun of, ridiculed by the other children. They used to tell her it was because she had 'been bad' or was 'on the naughty list', and even worse of all was when they would tell her it was because no body loved or wanted her. And over time, Naomi came to believe just that.
Naomi close her eyes tightly at the memories of it, as if doing so would make her stop thinking about it, and as she opened her eyes again, she reached toward her bad and reaching into the pockets of it, she pulled out the razor she had been using before. Using a rag from her bag she cleaned off the razor first, then began cleaning her wrists as well so that the blood was gone the many fresh cuts on her arms were visible. Once she had both cleaned, she pressed the blade to her skin, getting ready to make cuts on it once more.
She remembered it starting when she lost a tooth. She had been so excited. After all, all the other children in her foster home had gotten visits from the tooth fairy, so why wouldn't she? And, she had been so sure she had seen and had been friends with the Toothfairy so that made her all the more sure the Toothfairy would come and exchange her tooth for a coin. The other children just laughed at her, telling her she was stupid for believing in the Toothfairy. They tried to tell her that it was the adults that left the coins under pillows, and yet she had still not believed they were telling the truth. Until the next morning, when she woke up and found her tooth still under the pillow.
She had been so heartbroken. She had been so sure. So sure that the Toothfairy was real and had been her friend. She had played with her and flew with her, hadn't she? Yet, as she tried again and again the next few nights, it became clear that the Toothfairy wasn't coming, and so, wasn't real. It was the same story when Easter came, and then Christmas. Nothing. While all the other children got easter baskets and presents, Naomi was left out of the fun and joy. She was made fun of, ridiculed by the other children. They used to tell her it was because she had 'been bad' or was 'on the naughty list', and even worse of all was when they would tell her it was because no body loved or wanted her. And over time, Naomi came to believe just that.
Naomi close her eyes tightly at the memories of it, as if doing so would make her stop thinking about it, and as she opened her eyes again, she reached toward her bad and reaching into the pockets of it, she pulled out the razor she had been using before. Using a rag from her bag she cleaned off the razor first, then began cleaning her wrists as well so that the blood was gone the many fresh cuts on her arms were visible. Once she had both cleaned, she pressed the blade to her skin, getting ready to make cuts on it once more.