Gone

20 1 0
                                    

1:25. I hear the ring of the bell and I just sit there. Looking at myself in the mirror, I am repulsed at what I see. I can't help but just stare at this, this thing I've become. I've ruined friendships, family with my stupid actions, and worst of all, I ruined myself. Beat and burnt myself to the ground. To the point where I can't stand to talk anymore. To the point where i don't see the point of trying. I'm done. Everything went downhill. I've fallen into silence. I am now gone. I finally picked myself off the ground. I unlocked the stall door and washed my hands. As I washed my hands, the thing that almost made me lose consciousness, was Scott Wheeling walking in at that moment.

UnstableWhere stories live. Discover now