Depression Kills

Chapter 1

I sat on the windowsill of my bedroom. It was late with a full moon flashing light in the room. I held the steel blade I broke out from my razor firm in my hand. I slowly glided the blade down my wrist. The blood trickled down slowly to the palm of my hand and off my fingertips. I decided to make cuts all over my forearm. I unlocked my door and ran down my my hall. Opening the door to the closet to the left and grabbed a towel. I carefully wrapped it around my arm, taking a pin from my hair to conseal both ends together. I then walked back in the my room and locked my door going to my windowsill once more.

There was blood, now starting to dry on the floor. I let it be. My arm was still stinging, a pleasant pain. For those few seconds I no longer feel the the emotional pain within me, but only the physical pain broughten. I pulled out my phone from my back pocket. I was scared for what I'd see. Good thing I was, it turned on to hate mail and death threats. Usual. I turned my phone off, carefully sliding it back in to my pocket. I looked at my clock, 3:27am. I wasn't going to sleep that night. Who could.

I stared out my window. I had a great view. I could see the whole city. It was most beautiful at night. I leaned my head, the side of my head on the glass.

Why do I do this to myself kept going through my mind, it was like a broken record. I was done with people. I really wanted to end my life. Nothing went my way, no one would care, nothing would change. I'm told to kill myself everyday... Why not take their advice. I'm sufficating I thought. I felt out of breath. I wish I was. A tear dripped down my face, falling on to the collar of my shirt. I really couldn't... I could no longer take the pain. The words, the abuse, my own self image.

My thoughts kept going on. Miles and miles of suicidal thoughts throughout my head. Tears rolling down my face, it was a flood. After a while I looked back at my clock. It read 4:29am. May as well get two hours of rest went through my head. I didn't move. I just shut my eyes.