WARNING: This chapter contains disturbing incidents that may be uncomfortable for some. It involved cutting, depression, and suicidal thought
I decided to cut Class and go straight home. Luckily I wouldn't get caught coming home early. My parents both work out late ever since the incident. About four years ago my younger brother was kidnapped and brutally murdered. Nothing was the same after that.
I went to my room and just sat on my bed. The pain was horrible and I couldn't help but cry. I went into my diary and grabbed my blade. The blood slowly dripped from my wrist to my blanket.
Author's Note: Hey guys, thank you for reading this. I know not much is done and this chapter is extremely short but I am not done with this chapter. I will finish this chapter tomorrow and add 2 to 3 more depending on how much time I have. Between school, my job, and soccer I don't have much time to update thus. Once again thank you so much. <3
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Suicide
Подростковая литератураThere 2 are kinds people in this world. The people who actually understand pain because they have gone through it too and the people who think they understand. The people in pain cope in different ways. Some I will admit are better than others. Here...