True Story------------
The Girl, who's name is still a mystery to all, lived a happy life to the outside eyes. Her "friends" loved her "jokes", goofiness, and her wit. Her "family" loved her spunk, her charm, and her "caring" hand. Her "boyfriend" loved her "smile", her kisses, and her lust for books. The Girl knew that her friends weren't really friends, her family wasn't really family, her boyfriend wasn't at all real.
She grew into a lie amongst the truth. She couldn't do anything about it. She knew that. As her life dragged on, she knew that she herself wasn't real. She was fake.
One sad, dark, rainy night, the Girl finally knew how to become real. The feat was never done before.
"but what the hell?" she whispered to herself. "I'm not real anyways, let's try a little experiment."
She couldn't admit that she was nervous of the events that were about to happen. She silently, nervously and yet somehow gracefully sauntered over to the bathroom. She quietly shut the door and flipped the light switch. The lights flickered, the Girl couldn't help but giggle at that, and slowly graced the room with light. With timid footsteps, she walked to the shower that held her release. The razor was picked up with shaking hands since it was her first time she didn't know whether to wet the razor or not. The Girl slammed her eyes shut and thought hard of everything that went wrong with her life.
"This is beginning to be a long list." She whispered and slowly opened her eyes, with the razor in her right hand she brought it down on her left arm. With perfectly straight marks, she smiled. There wasn't pain at all, not when the razor slashed her skin, not when the crimson water appeared. The Crimson water quickly made it's way through the Girl's veins and out.
After a few moments of staring at her bloody arm, she grabbed a black towel and wrapped it around her arm to stop the bleeding. She didn't want it to stop, but she still had tomorrow and the next day and the next day. She felt real, her smile wasn't fake as she cleaned up her crimson. The blood meant she was real.
As the bleeding ceased, she went to bed and for the first time in what seemed to be forever she dreamed happy crimson thoughts. When she awoke, that was little horizontally marks on her arm. To the outside eye they would appear to be scratches from a dog, but to her they were a symbol of reality.
She went to school over the next following weeks, her razor was her companion. Always waiting for her to tell it about her day. as crazy it may seemed she talked to it, as if it was real.
One night, after a very "cheerful" day of school, the Girl wondered about how no one noticed her change. she noticed how her sparkling eyes were no more, her smiles seemed to be plastered on. They always were, but now they seemed like a Barbie Doll smile. She finally knew that her own razor, her friend, her companion wasn't real. Just like her smiles. She went to bed and had a nightmare, much like the ones she used to have before the razor scarred her.
The following day, her friend saw those marks, those scars, those bruises. He helped her, he stopped her every time the razor seemed to be the only option.
So the razor became a thing of the past. The Girl's dream of becoming real was true. She finally had REAL smiles, the sparkle returned and stayed, the happiness finally came. He really did save her.
One day after school, they sat down talking about their day. He stopped mid-sentence and stared at her.
"What?" She giggled.
"You know, what everyone said to me today?"
"What?"
He smiled, "That you've changed."
"I really have." The Girl looked down. He leaned forward to tilt her chin up.
"You didn't change, you simply found yourself." he whispered.
"I just changed, I didn't find myself." He released her chin, still smiling.
"No, your true self was always there, you just had to find it Jessabelle."
"You found it."
"No, i simply showed you which direction to take Jessabelle."
He leaned in more, and kissed the Girl. There was no Razor, no crimson, nothing fake, nothing sad, nothing dark. The Girl was finally real. She was no longer the Fake Girl who Wanted to be Real, because she never was fake. She was real, and that kiss proved it all.
Note---- You figured out that the Girl is me? Cause it is.
Really like the ending, keep on writting, loved it! 
