Life

III

I woke up to my parents arguing. They were whispering but I could still hear them although not actually comprehend what they were saying.  I tried but failed to go back to sleep. So I decided to go to their room to ask them to go back to sleep as I have early clases tommorow and couldn't sleep.

I reached their room and looked at the light pouring out of a little creak in the door,  along with their muffled voices. The curiosity go the best of me and I started to eavesdrop on their argument. 'Son....hate....leave' I heard my mother speak. 

I tried to make sense of the words but soon after heard my father sat, 'I'm sorry' sarcasam dripping from his voice, 'but it's not my fault that the government made us take care of him, I'd much rather not take care of that brat either.'

I froze.

I don't know for how long, it could've been seconds or hours, I have no clue.

But I could only move once my mother came shouted at me saying eavesdropping is bad and to get back to my room.

I ran into the bathroom via my room and locked myself in it. I sank onto the bathroom floor, against the door. The tears pouring from my eyes, unable to stop.

Soon, I found myself full on sobbing against the the bathroom door. Crying uncontrolably. I just wanted, no needed someone to talk me off the edge, but no-one could. I was too far gone

I looked for something to calm myself down, to distract myself.

My eyes fell on the razor. 

I genteelly picked it up, grazing my fingers slightly.

It provided relief.

No harm in doing this, I thought to my self, It will be better for everyone.

I ran it across my wrist, applying pressure.

It cut through my skin, and into my flesh. 

The blood pouring out, again, providing relief.

I felt happy, everyone would be, my last thought

The last thing I saw was my sister's bright blue eyes, concern clear in them

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