Collapsing to my bed out of exhaustion. I wipe the last tear off my cheek, as I gently tap my hoodie sleeve against my left arm to clean up the blood slowly dropping from the cuts I had placed on my arm to remind me how much of a failure I am.
My door creaked open, I pulled my long sleeve down as fast as I could and clenched on to the blade that was still in my hand. "Is everything okay? I heard screaming..." My mother said with a concerned look on her face as she looked around my room. I wanted to tell her the truth but she wouldn't understand.. "It's alright, I'm fine.. I-I I was just trying to sing this song I found.. It's really good.. Screamo.. That's all.. " My mum smiled and left my room. Leaving me alone in the dark once more with these monsters. There's no escape they are always here, like a hungry lion stalking it's pray.
I got up and placed the blade inside of the drawer next to my bed. I then ran down stairs and locked myself in the bathroom. Turned the shower on and waited for it to heat up. I looked at my self in the mirror, all I could see was fear and regret, shame. And of course my young empty soul. I stripped down and climbed into the shower. My arm began to sting as the warm water pounded off the wounds.
A sharp static sound rushed through my ears mixed with screaming calling me out..
"END IT HERE! "
"LOOK AT YOU! "
*STATIC*
"YOU DISGUST ME"
"DIE" " KILL YOURSELF"
*STATIC*
"You're better off dead"
I dropped to the bottom of the tub, putting me head on my knees. More tears began to drop. I just want it to end, WHY WON'T IT END?!
Please...
Just make it stop.
YOU ARE READING
Even though I'm on my own, I know I'm not alone..
Non-FictionThis is an original story. It's not really a Fan Fiction, Just a little book I decided to write. There will be trigger warnings.(Depression, self harm, suicidal thoughts/tendencies, Schizophrenia ect) This is about a young teenaged girl who is suff...
