⚠️mentions of suicide, Suicide, Graphic explanations, and Innapropriate language⚠️
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Ace
It's my seventeenth birthday. yay. 'This time I won't fail' I think to myself as getting prepared mentally to end it all tonight. Everything I've worked for will end here. No more Eli, No more dad, No more kids, No more living! I giggle at the thought.
"What you giggling at, Ace?" A voice says, I look up. It's dad. "oh, Nothing" I say Smiling. He smiles back. He's clueless, It's funny.
later that night
It's bedtime, I'm on dish duty tonight. It's alright, I love the dishes. I Finish the last dish, A knife. I set it in the dish strainer, and drain the water. Watching the water go down the drain, little by little the water drains, Leaving the bubbles from the soapy water. I wash the bubbles out of the sink, Wishing I was them, Going down the drain, Disappearing, Vanishing. I let the hot water wash over my hands, and my cuts on my wrists. It doesn't hurt anymore. I squirt some of the soap on my hands, Scrubbing my hands aggressively. Trying to wash away all the marks from the pen, The markers, The Ink. I soon find myself in the bathroom, The sink running, Staring back at my reflection. Oh how I Hate my Reflection. I pick up the knife that's resting next to the sink. It's bloody. I look at my wrists. I've only been a week clean, well Not anymore. I hold it to my neck, Slowly tearing up.
KNOCK KNOCK!!
I look back at the door, I panick. I throw the knife under the sink, "Hold on!" I say Hoping, Wishing, That they can't hear the cry for help in my voice. I rinse my wrists, Watching the blood run down the drain. I pull my sleeplves down, Dry my eyes and look at myself in the mirror. Horrible. I open the door, It's Eli. "Watcha doin'"? He asks. It's annoying. "None of your business." I reply. He looks at me annoyed then points to my wrists. "Show me." He says, I shake my head, "Legs?" He adds. I shake my head. He may be an ass, But he is genuinely worried about me, and I don't mind that. He gives me a worried look, The kind of look that he knows what I'm doing and what I'm gonna do. He grabs my hands and looks up at me, "You need to stop." He says but I just nod and he nods. "Night, Ace.."he mumbles, I smile. Then he Dissapears into the darkness of the house. I close the bathroom door. I need to live, For him, but I'm unhappy. So Unhappy. I lock the door, Then turn to the mirror, stepping closer to the sink. I turn the water back on and kneel down to get the knife. This time nothing will stop me. I get in the bath tub, Sit down, Holding the knife. I put it to my throat, Tearing up I press against my neck, Feeling the blade enter my skin, and slit my throat bleeding out. Finally. It's over. I can rest in peace.
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AfterLife.
Spiritual!!⚠️HUGE WARNING THIS BOOK WILL CONTAIN SUICIDE, SUICIDAL THOUGHT, GRAPHIC EXPLANATIONS, SADNESS, CUSS WORDS AND POSSIBLE R@PE/SEXIAL ASSAULT ⚠️!! ⚠️TW SUICIDE MENTION⚠️ As a living human Ace was very suicidal, On top of that had 3 failed attempts...
