Everything was dark, until she woke up only to see her father sighing.
Everything was her fault.
She never did anything right.
'Where am I?' She though, but didn't bother saying it aloud, because no one cared.
'Why didn't I just cut deeper?'
'Why was I brought into this world?'
'Why me?'
She drowned in her thoughts as she looked around, seeing the same nurse that she had seen for the past 2 years.
She looked down at her wrists, to see the same ugly stick figure of her cut-open wrists.
All of a sudden, everything stops.
Uncontrollably choking herself as she begins to feel peaceful once again.
The lights are off.
The machines are off.
Everything is peaceful again.
