See You Soon

One-Shot

I can't do it.

It's too much.

Everything is like hell.

My wrists.

Full of scars.

Full of pain.

Full of every little emotion.

But still.

Even more scars are coming.

Too match their brothers and sisters.

Side by side.

I tell myself too stop.

"This is proof you are loosing the battle" I say.

Loosing hope.

Loosing everything.

But how can I lose everything?

When I never had something.

So I do it again.

And again.

And again.

The razor slowly coming closer to my skin.

Agonizingly slow.

Then it cuts.

Leaving a scar.

Deep in my skin.

Letting me feel the relief.

Letting me feel the pain.

Letting me forget what's happening around me.

Letting me forget all the pain, sorrow and most importantly...

The words.

The painful words coming from everybody.

"Fat."

"Slut."

"Whore."

"Anorexic."

"Loser."

"Idiot."

"You are going too rot in hell."

All the hurtful words.

Till I went to far.

Till I went to deep.

The blood.

It was everywhere.

Deep, dark, red blood seeping from my skin.

The razor being completely forgotten in my hand.

Till I saw black.

White.

And black again.

And I was slowly opening my eyes.

Staring into a mirror.

And I saw a girl.

A ghostly pale girl.

Her red blood on her wrist standing in contrast of her pale skin.

Her scars.

Standing out.

Her dark blonde hair.

Falling losely from her shoulders.

Lifeless and dirty.

And her eyes.

They were red.

From all the crying.

All the pain.

All the sadness.

Everything was reflected in her eyes.

"Eyes are the windows to the soul."

Have you ever realized that it was all too late?

Too late to try.

Too late to hope.

Too late to do anything.

Have you ever frozen in place when that happened?

Don't worry.

It's normal.

But you shouldn't listen too me.

I'm not normal.

I'm fat.

I'm a slut.

I'm a whore.

I'm anorexic.

I'm a loser.

I'm an idiot.

I'm going too rot in hell.

All they said...

It was true.

And that's why I'm here.

"Welcome to Hell. The Underworld." I say too another unfortunate soul.

A soul who lost the battle.

Just like me.

My name is Death.

Maybe I'll see you soon?

***

AN

This is a message to everybody!
I'm not encouraging selfharm in anyway.

I just wanted to try to make something like this.

But please remember that you are amazing, beautiful and more. There are many people who love you in this world. Many people whou would die a little bit inside if you ever go too far. Please remember that. Even if you may not see it. You are never alone! There is always a person next too you. Supporting you. Please don't selfharm. You are not made to ruin yourself. You are living this life because you are strong. There is a lot too look forward to in your life.

DON'T SELFHARM.

P.S.
Does this count as a mature story? Please tell me! And feel free to criticize my writing! Just do it in a nice way. And what category should this be in? For now it's just Short Story. Should I change it? Sorry.. This is my first book. :P

And did you like the cover? I know It's really simple and not really that good but eh.. I tried. :3

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