How could I tell Dylan that this was not his baby? He was so excited at the thought of it being his! I just couldn't break his heart.I couldn't tell him what had actually happened. The thought of everything made me began to rub my wrist and I got the urge. I ran to get my knife. But it was no where to be found. I looked everywhere until I seen this blade. It was perfect. Scissored edges, it was beautiful. And although it hurt, it felt good to see it hit my skin. Blood was rushing down my arm. And it felt good. I began then cutting my inner thighs. I was tempted to cut at my stomach. I couldn't resist the temptation. I cut at my lower stomach just above my vagina. What started as a small cut, turned into a deep incision. Blood rushed faster. The room became more funny looking. I could see but then again could I ? My breathe bacame shorter. It wasn't long before I was layed out on the floor half way near my very own death.
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