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You have just woken up, from a terrible nights sleep, your eyes are heavy and your body is sore. You find yourself laying down on the bathroom floor. You have scratches going up your arm, the blood is dry. 'What excuse should I use this time?' you ask yourself, even though you understand you won't get a response back, 'the family cat scratched me.' no, mother won't believe that, you don't even own a cat after THAT incident. You have just enough motivation to get up, a tiny puddle has been forming underneath your arm and beneath your head.
You've got just enough energy to get from the bathroom to your bed, and the first thing you do is decide to check your phone, surely it will help you get rid of those tears on your face. You check the time, 14:57 it reads. You open up a group chat with yourself and your two closest friends, they were having a conversation without you again. 'gm' you type, remembering to add a smiley face so they 'don't know what's wrong', god, some people can be so gullible. They both see your message, ignore you and carry on. You turn off your phone realising the only people who you thought you could trust didn't love you back.
You check your phone percentage, 1%, one step closer to death, as you'e always wished to be. You get up as your head starts throbbing, too much stress. You look in the mirror, it's cracked, dirty and broken, remind you of anything? Possibly, anyone? You take the mirror off the wall and it almost shatters in your hand, but it's ok, it's vital to take it off. You open the built-in cabinet behind the mirror revealing the painkillers, your 'happy pills' and bandages. You take all three, have a painkiller with a glass of tap water as you apply the bandages onto your open wounds. You know the head pain won't instantly heal, and you'll probably be in pain all day so you take a pill. Your happy pills.
You're just about to put the mirror up, but you hear her. 'Y/N!! COME DOWN THIS INSTANT YOUNG LADY."
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The writer.
AléatoireYou are a 15 year old non-binary teenager, who's stuck in a deep dark hole. You are getting sick and tired of everything and want to give in, but you start taking a deeper look at life.
