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𝚂𝚞𝚒𝚌𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚆𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐⚠️ ↳ 𝟷-𝟾𝟶𝟶
rayne bit onto her bottom lip as the razor sliced her skin on her forearm. the mixture of black, crimson, and ruby red pooled from the cut ad she began to cut more.
he leg shook as she concentrated on the feeling, that's all she wanted was a feeling and nothing was working. she wanted to feel again, but her heart had already froze and she became numb.
she became frustrated as it showed signed of failure. she threw the small blade into the sink and her lower palm tapped her forehead repeatedly.
she walked out the bathroom leaving the blood to follow behind her and she rummaged through her parents medicine drawer.
she took anything that she could find which was doctor prescribed and would help for sleep, then she thought she'd feel. she thought she'd feel the sensation of drifting away into the painful after life.
she fumbled into her room as the amount of blood she was losing made her drowsy, her hand gripped onto the dresser for support and she raised her head to stare at her appearance.
"this isn't you rayne." the voice in her head said and she furrowed her eyebrows.
"you're better than this, you can't give up yet." the voice said.
"i'm tired." rayne said as her words came out slurred.
"i don't wanna do it anymore, i'm hurting." she said and dropped to the floor.
"stay with me rayne." the voice slowly switched to kieve's.
"kieve?" rayne questioned.
"yes, it's me please don't go." the voice cried.
"i can't do it anymore, i don't want to. they don't want me here anyways." rayne said as her eyes scanned her bloody arm.
"but i want you here, rayne please!" the voice faded out and rayne laid on the floor.
by now the pills had taken effect and rayne was unconscious on the floor, her arm still bleeding out.
nothing was on the other side which had feared her, but it simply wasn't her time.
1..2..3 then a pump to the chest and repeat, a little mouth to mouth and then another pump.
rayne's body jolted up as a trashcan was in front of her allowing her throw up all the contents she had previously consumed.
her eyes adjusted to the light and she saw the face of her mother and her face dropped.
"i just wanted it to be over." she mumbled lowly.
"you've got some nerve." kylie, her mom said and nodded to herself.
"i'm sorry." rayne muttered.
"me too, sorry we even decided to give you life. you were a mistake." she said as rayne took it all into her conscience which swallowed it all.
"you're worthless and ungrateful, suicide is really a sad way to go out anyways." kylie laughed to herself.
rayne sat in the hospital bed taking the insults and as she grew older she began to believe them. she was ten then, and at the age of fifteen she still believes everything that has been said to her.
she was truly a fighter, but she wasn't too sure this time is she wanted to fight anymore.
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