Do it.
Doooooo it.
Today's the day that my depression is at its worse. I saw old pictures of Will, and I think that triggered it all. I've never wanted to cut so much in my life before. If I were to make just a tiny scratch, no one would notice right?
Right?!
If I were to cut my thighs a little, no one would notice, my shorts aren't too short. But I've never cut there before, so maybe I would feel a little better.
The beautiful silver object is practically calling my name, temptation making me walk to my hidden spot.
With a great amount of pain, I reach into my medicine cabinet and behind my many bottles of lotion, coco butter, and depression tablets, only to cut my finger on the sharp object.
Blood.
I'm attracted to it as if I were a vampire.
It substitutes my emotional pain, with physical pain, and I love that.
My feelings overtook my body as I tightly held the blade, and made various cuts across my body.
Before I knew it, I was a weeping mess, that collapsed onto the cool tile floor.
Maybe this is it, maybe this is the end.
Sederick didn't really want me, he was just being nice.
At least I'll finally have the chance to hang with my big brother again, possibly having him help me figure out where Spade and Zirus came from.
That would be nice.
I wish the darkness would consume my body, maybe I didn't cut deep enough.
Wiping my blurry eyes, I looked over my body in the mirror, only to see I've made small scrapes, along with a few bleeding cuts, but nothing too serious.
Maybe the doctor is right, I am losing my mind.
My thoughts were soon cut off by the sound of my ringing phone.
Blindly swiping my finger across the phone, I answered with an unknown, gruff voice, "Hello?"
"Ronnie? Hey, are you ok?"
No I'm not is what I wanted to say, but instead I replied with, "Yea, I'm ok, how did the game go?"
"It went great! We won, and we're on our way back, but I was calling because I haven't heard from you all day," he answered.
"Awe that's so sweet," I cooed, in a sudden good mood, "so--" but I was cut off by a teammate.
"Listen Ronnie, sorry but I have to go, I'll text you when I get home! Bye!!" He rushed while hanging up.
Well that was rude.
I see he doesn't care either.
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A/N: Ermmmm how was it? Sorry for the dramatic delay
Loveeeeee
~ʙʀɪ💚
06/18/15
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