I ran. Ran as fast as I could, home. I had to get home. I was not going to use the bridge, I would have to find another way. All I knew was that I had to end it. I couldn't bear it anymore. I'd had enough. No one wanted me here anyway. I cried the entire way home. This was going to be my last day alive. My last day living in this Hell on earth. The thought felt relaxing and I felt better. Sort of.
I got home. The car wasn't there. Mom wasn't home. Good. I slammed the front door behind me and ran up the stairs. I looked around me. Where would be a good place to kill yourself? The bathroom! I took a quick trip into my room and got the smiley-box. I smiled. For the first time in years I smiled sincerely.
I locked the bathroom door behind me. I had tried before, but this time it was actually happening. I started filling the bathtub. Took off my clothes. I waited for the tub to fill up and jumped in. The smiley-box was standing on the sink. I opened it. For the last time I opened it. Soon it would be over. I took a razor blade and slit the artery in the Achilles heel. I could see the blood fleet, turning the water deep red around me. Soon I would bleed out, and die. I fainted.
I woke up coughing water. The nearly drowning had cleared my mind. I didn't want to die. Not like this, anyways. Not now. What the hell was I thinking? I wasn't thinking. I got out of the blood-filled water as fast as I could. I needed to find something to stop the bleeding. Tape. We had A LOT of sports-tape. I Cleaned my wounds and taped them. Then I drained the bathtub of water and cleaned it, leaving no trace of what had nearly happened. Then I cleaned myself. Got the blood out of my hair. Or I wouldn't know if it was blood or dye I was washing out, because my hair was red as blood already. I shook my head. What the hell had I been thinking?
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VeryMuchALIVE! (sing it for the hurt)
Teen FictionArwen gets bullied in school. Her thoughts of suicide grows stronger and stronger as the bullying increases. Sinking deeper and deeper into depression, nothing seems to help Arwen get out of it. Her only way out seems to be death. Music doesn't even...
