"Miss I'm afraid your mother has passed away due to suicide," I felt the tears building up. She's... gone, she's actually gone. I silently cried as I thanked the investigators and left. Jane was just taken away yesterday why were so many people leaving me. I did nothing to deserve it. I screamed in my car as I sobbed. I couldn't handle it. So many people have been taken away the past month and I didn't know how to handle it anymore.
All I felt was I needed a source of relief. Something to get rid of the internal pain I was feeling. I saw the self-protection knife I held in my purse at the time and I knew what I needed and wanted to do. I took the knife out and pulled up my sleeve. I slowly glided the blade across my skin, nothing happened. I roughly swiped the blade across my skin. It was done. I felt the relief it made me feel better. Blood trickled down my skin and I wipe it away with my finger. I kept cutting and at that point my skin looked like a checkerboard. I still silently cried as the blood from the all the cuts coated my wrist like paint.
On the drive home I realized I had no one to live with and no one to keep me alive. I almost crashed the car many times just because of the thought I could've ended it all.
Sometimes ending it all seems like the best option.
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I Died Trying
Short StoryTw: Suicide and Self Harm A teenager with depression is losing all the people in their life and they can't find another way to cope. 'I'm useless, no one will ever love me again. I won't love anyone again. Maybe suicide is the answer' they thought...
