I looked out the window ,for the last time, tears welling up in my eyes. i went downstairs, cuddling my dog, the only thing that kept me above the waters, for the last time. i wrote a note, for the last time. i grabbed a blade, for the last time. i turned the bath on, for the last time. i prayed to god, for the last time. i sat in the water, fully clothed. the utility blade in my hand. i closed my eyes, feeling the hot water around me.
pulling my soaked sleeve up my arm, i located my vein, greenish in colour. for 1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9,10, seconds i dragged the blade down my wrist, right on the vein. the blood poured from the horribly deep, wide cut. seemingly endless. perfect. all i nneded to do now was lay back and feel it. the throbbing. the pain. the horrendous beauty of dying.
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A DAY IN HELL
Short StoryJoin Heathie, in her day in hell. After she commits suicide, she goes to hell. Luuckily, she only spends a day there, but how will she get out?
