The last shard

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My heart throbbed. I felt lousy. No, more than that. I felt angry, worse than angry, I felt pissed off. How could she? How could mama abandon me like my dad did? How could Thomas force me into something that I have no chance at winning?
I stood up walking to my mothers antique tea cups. Those stupid tea cups I was never allowed to touch. I remembered when I was little I had accidently broke one and she didn't talk to me for weeks. She just shut me out. No matter how many times I cried my apologies and no matter how bad I felt she wouldn't even care to look at me. And now she's doing it again but for no reason!
I grabbed one of them and held the turquoise flower printed cup up to the light. "You're such a bitch." I mumbled. "Your a bitch!" I threw the cup on the ground making it shatter everywhere. Then I picked up another one and did the same thing screaming and yelling.
When I finally grabbed the last cup a tear fell from my cheek and I fell on my knees holding it close to my chest. "I live you mama."
I placed that one back in the cabinet and closed the cabinet door carefully. When I looked down there were shards everywhere. I picked up the largest piece staring at my arm. There's no one to stop me. I could just do it right here and not a single person would care. I laughed hysterically going into the bathroom and finding a huge bottle of aspirin. I then went into my bedroom shutting and locking my door. I set the glass shard down on my bed and turned up my little radio to full volume.
Taking one breath I swallowed as many as I could then some leaving 2 left in the bottle. My mind was already fuzzy. The room was spinning. I grabbed the glass and cut my left wrist but before I could continue I succumbed to the darkness.

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