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TW: SH, SUICIDE (skip to next bold text)
I grab the sharpest blade I own and sit on my bed. I hold my wrist out and begin cutting and cutting at the same spot until the blood starts spirting out. I continue swiping at it even after I'm sure I've hit a vein. I lay on the bed my arm hanging off the bed, the blood drips down my arm and onto the floor. Just to be sure, I slice my neck, it's hardly deep but I've hit a vein, for sure.
(The next bit is describing dying, if you're uncomfortable skip this)
It's not right nor fair to blame Evie but I can't help it. She ruined me. I can't get why she did it. I don't even know myself anymore.
Am I myself?
Or am I just a collection of pieces from other people?
My vision blurs as I take sharp breaths. The pain makes it hard to breathe. I feel everything but nothing at all. My arm is numb from all the blood loss and my neck burns. I feel the pressure against my neck every time I take a breath. The music begins to die out as my hearing and vision fade along with physical, emotional, and mental feelings. I can't move.
Why is the only time I've felt alive the moment before I die?
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𝚁𝚞𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚍 (Thirteen)
Fanfiction-*-*- -COMPLETE- Moving to a new town, Y/n Wanless decides she doesn't wanna be an unpopular loser anymore. She starts dressing her age and leaves her rule-following days behind when she befriends Evie, her popular classmate who introduces her to se...
