I Look at the cap and I swallow the pills taking a swig of vodka with my head thrums and spins as I look down at the bloody mess.
I admire my art and I sit on the ground as someone bangs on the door.
"I WONT ASK AGAIN OPEN THE DOOR!" A deep voice screams and I shake in fear but also in my ending.
I am trying to get away from everything, there's nothing wrong with me, I'm perfectly fine. I just need to escape.
I start to cry when I realize I haven't made a suicide note and I stumble to go get paper and a pen. My blood stained arms don't Help that issue as they cover the paper and I slur some curses.
I write only about two letters and then pass out.
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𝓞𝓾𝓻 𝓢𝓮𝓬𝓻𝓮𝓽- 𝓙𝓸𝓱𝓷𝓷𝓲𝓮 𝓖𝓾𝓲𝓵𝓫𝓮𝓻𝓽
FanfictionWarnings: Mental illnesses OD ED SH Rape Suicide Hospitals Smoking Blood For some reason on pt. Three it shows the characters and playlist so if you want to see that id advise you to look at that first.(sorry for spelling mistakes😭) STORY ENDS ON...
