Tears of Blood

Cut Off

Tick...Tock...Tick...Tock...Tick...Tock..

Time surely has Passed by. Hours probably. I'm still In my "ball" position. I just sit there swaying myself. Crying. How pitiful. If you just sit here crying, you're going to be late for your classes. You might even miss all of school and have you dad get worried. I don't care! He probably doesn't even care about me either! He probably even wants me gone too! He'll probably feel relieved when he notices me missing; He'll rejoice, laugh, sing, and dance, so he'd completely forget about me! I cry even more. It felt all true. I wanted to die. I wanted to die so bad so that in my after life, I could haunt everyone. Everyone was guilty. All they did was add to the fire. "You're a whore"..."You're a slut!"..."What a waste of life.." I begin to hate myself even more. My insides rithe in pain. I want to hurt myself so bad. I then get up and turn my phone flash light on. I look around. I'm in the janitor's closet; It doesn't look used though. I go around the closet looking for something sharp. Luckily I find a razor on the floor. I go over to the sink in the corner, hoping that the water still runs to this faucet. I turn the nob. It begins to spit gush before actually spouting out clean water. I wash the razor until I think it's clean. I then sit down to the spot I originally found myself in and raise my left sleeve. I hesitate. "Slut!" *slice* "whore" *slice* "stupid bitch!" *slice* "waste of life!" *slice* "It's your fault" *slice* "It's your fault!" *slice* "It's your fault!!" *slice* "It's your fault!!" *slice* "It's your fault.."...