*Trigger warning*
It was almost one am when I woke up and looked around my room the voices non stop in my head. I looked over at my alarm clock and read 12:57. I sat up in bed trying to stop the voices in my head, they kept growing louder and louder saying "come play with us, come play with us!". As if I would know what that meant so I decided to end it I was tired of dealing it; with them. So I got up out of bed and walked into the kitchen and grabbed a knife from the drawer and walked back to my room.
I closed my bedroom door and then sat on my bed. I looked at my arm for awhile before I start to cut into it. The blood ran down my arm till my whole arm felt numb. So I did it to my other arm till I felt the exact same way. As I laid back in my bed I slowly closed my eyes this time feeling different; feeling more free. Then I suddenly just felt myself just letting go of everything and drifting away slowly. The voices were gone, I was in pure silence till I saw a bright black light coming towards me. I was in hell. But it was better than what it was made to look like.
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SpiritualA sad story about lovely people who used to be here and some made up