I sit against my bed, knees pulled to my chest with my head down, in the darkness of my room. My eyes are stained red from all of my tears. There are streaks of blood running down my arms.
"Why am I not good enough?" I asked myself. Flashbacks flew through my mind.
"Slut" "Cunt" "Bitch" "Worthless" "Liar" "Failure" "Cheater" "Mistake" "Kill yourself"
I stab the blade in as far as I can take the pain, and blood gushes out. I scream in pain and bang my fists on the floor.
"Stop," I cry. "Stop I can't do this anymore. I-I'm done."
I staggered up on my blood-stained floor, darkness still flooding the room. I checked the clock - 1:47 am - I crumpled onto my bed in tears.
"This nightmare will never end..." I think to myself. I cover my face with my hands. Blood is now stained all over my white sheets and smearing all over my face. "I'm worthless. I don't matter. No one cares. I'm ending it all. Now." I grab a belt out of my closet, stand on my stool, and "goodnight.." I shut off forever.
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Giving Up
Short StoryHow did it happen. It was so sudden. My heart ached, my eyes welled up with tears, and I was all alone, searching to try and find a way out of this hell. I couldn't take on the cruel world. It brought back too many haunting memories. The music to my...
