She stands up on the edge of the building, not afraid to fall and die. Anyway, she's nothing to the world. She's already dead to her friends and family.
Taking out her 4-paged letter, a black Sharpie, and her own cutter, she takes a glance on her letter and she shoves it inside her pants pocket. She sits down on the edge and listens to the car horns blaring and people chattering. She takes off the cap of the black Sharpie and writes on her arm. After writing on her arm, she grabs her cutter and slides it on her bare and scarred skin. She doesn't even flinch or cry out in pain because she's used to the sting of the blade contacting her skin. When she's satisfied with her bloody artwork, she stands up and steps on the edge and let her body fall.
Just let gravity do its work, her subconscious tells her.
Closing her eyes, she breathes in the fresh air. She hears an ear-piercing scream and she felt her body making contact with the cement. Her vision went black, but she's still breathing.
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This story contains some mature content and trigger warnings such as: suicidal tendencies and eating disorders. If you feel uncomfortable reading things like this, I suggest you to leave. i wrote this when I was going through something and I really want to let it out, but I do NOT glorify things like this.
If you are going through something, please ask advice for your friends and families than going through it alone.
The characters and events in this story are fictitious, any similarity to actual persons (living or dead), events, places are purely coincidental.
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I'm Still Breathing
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