The Story Of Us

Tell Me

⚠️ WARNING! Suicidal Act! ⚠️
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3 years ago...
No one's POV:

Tears are continuesly running down on Scarlett's cheeks, as she stood infront of the mirror. She can't even recognize herself as she look at her reflection in the mirror.

Bloodshot red eyes

Red runny nose.

Her pixie cut hair is all messy and tangled together.

The edges of her bones are slowly becoming more visible than it once was.

Dark bags under her eyes.

And her tears stained cheeks.

She doesn't even know if this is her, the woman who is right infront of her, because clearly, she doesn't even know to herself who she is anymore. The person who is behind the reason, of her wanting to wake up everyday, be happy, be clean and neat, be presentable, always be beautiful, be healthy and slim are now gone.

She can't hear her favorite laugh anymore. She can't see the smile that would always melt her heart anymore. The person who's always been there to listen to her shits are now gone, and all of it is because of her.

This is her fault. She lost you. She took you for granted. She's a monster. A cheater. A disgusting piece of shit. She's a slut. She treated you like shit. For someone who is so genuine and pure, all she gave you is pain. She doesn't deserve you.

But, she love you. She missed you everyday. Her love for you is so pure as it can be. You own her heart, mind, and soul. You are her world. Her everything.

But, her everything was gone like the sands from the shore that is washed away by the waves. She can't reach you anymore, because you're already in the deep. She doesn't know where you are, because the ocean is too big.

This is her fault, she did this to herself, and she knows, that you might be hurting as well, and that's simply her fault too.

She deserves to die.

She deserves to suffer.

She deserves every shit that people is throwing at her.

Everyday, all she wants is to have you back in her arms, there's not a day where she wouldn't think of you, not because all she can think is you, it's because every little things she makes, wherever and whenever you are, everything remind her of you.

And the thought of her, not having the chance to not to have you back anymore, kills her. It hurts her in the most impossible way, nothing can compare the pain that she is feeling right now at the lost of you.

With more tears streaming down her stone cold face, she gripping the blade and slide it down on her wrists pulse point with force.

The pain felt so good, it didn't hurt her at all, it made everything about her relax. She watched as her own blood poured down from her wrist to the sink, as a sob past her lips.

She deserves this, all of this.

She took multiple more cuts until she felt like it's already enough. She carefully put down the blade, and leaned back on the wall before sliding on the ground.

Everything is so peaceful, her arm is now on her lap as she stared at a space, while her thoughts clouded by you. A small smile slowly formed in her face.

She's very intoxicated with alcohol and the weeds she's using everyday as if it's some kind of supplements.

Her surroundings changed, she felt so high, there's a ringing in her ear, but all she can hear is you laugh, the way you say and moan her name.