For You (DISCONTINUED)

One

I ran into the bathroom and slammed the door shut behind me. I was shaking as I climbed up onto the counter. I opened the medicine cabinet, where I found the razor blade. The one thing that linked me to my destiny.

No one knows that I'm this depressed, no one cares to be fucking honest. How I got to be this depressed, well. Let me explain..

People. People made me this way. From my own parents to the other students I passed in the hallways. They did this to me. My mother whipped me, with belts and rulers. The sound of the belt connecting with my skin made me shiver but I was soon brought back to reality with the new welt growing on my body. She always apologized, and promised she wouldn't do it again. I always forgave her, even though I regretted it the minute the words slipped off my tongue. My father usually sat there, listening to my sobs from the living room. He never bothered to check on me because he was scared. Scared that I wasn't going to be the same. I never will be, he just has no idea.

I could deal with being whipped. I could deal with not being loved enough to be checked on. What I couldn't deal with was broken promises. Everyone who made promises and ended up breaking them, those are the people who killed me. Who gave me no reason to fight the battle I had a chance at winning. When your best friend tells you she will be there for you, whenever you need her but then meets someone new who quickly takes your place, you'll understand. That sense of hopelessness and sorrow drowns you. And right now, I have concrete blocks tied around my ankles.

I looked down at the razor in my hand. Just as I placed the razor against my skin, there was a knock at the door. "Dani, hurry up, would ya?" My mother growled. I knew I couldn't do it, not just yet.

I quietly open the medicine cabinet and placed the razor back inside. When I shut the cabinet door, I glanced at the mirror. "I'm breathing for just another moment for you," I whispered. Just the thought of the pain you would have felt if I left this world threatened to suffocate me. I had to think of you. You mean the world to me and I'm going to miss you the most.

I opened the bathroom door and walked down the hall, all the way to the front door. I didn't stop walking until I was standing in front of the tree that sat in the back corner of my yard. I sat down, thinking of you. The one person who would miss me after I died. The one person who actually gave two fucks about me.

Of all people, I'll miss you the most.