Hydrogen Peroxide

The Hydrogen Peroxide Bottle

Im also gonna be leaving a few trigger warnings

This fic contains: Suicide, Blood, probably neglect I guess and Suicidal thoughts

You've been warned

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The sewing object was sitting on the table, with a computer open in front of her, trying to accomplish her missing works and if she doesn't turn it in before the day ends, she's screwed up.

Needle.

But she needs to do it, otherwise her family will get disappointed at her, and maybe taking away the stuff and items she loves. Its really dear to her.

There she is, getting easily distarcted by not doing her missing assignments for school, but its best for her to see that her grades aren't a D or an F above. Its normal for her to have ADHD, because some people have that.

Daydreaming the future

But the things that she mostly thought of was suicide

Everytime whenever she cries in her room alone, cold and dark, she thought of ending her life with a bunch of things.

She wasn't afraid of death anymore

She just wants to get out of the world that made her suffer so much.

Her parents never understand anything was right.

Everytime she stands up for herself whenever they get mad at her for one small thing, the only repay she got was yelling.

"Don't care. Don't care about your life. Your life, my choice"

Those harsh words are replaying on her mind, day by day, it makes her wanna prepare a suicide note and getting materials and everything she needs to end it all. All.

She's just tired of everything.

She wants to disappear in the world, or wishing she'll never exists, and she wants it granted as possible.

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There she is.... on a table to complete her missing assignments, clasping her hands, having a mental breakdown in front of people, even though she's sitting alone and she thinks its not that bad.

The sewing object, with tears in her eyes, wondering what shes doing wrong to exist in her life, why is she getting mad so easily all of the sudden.

She gets mad over the worlds most SMALLEST things ever.

Slapping everyone, including her friends who called her 'Needy' and she thought she was so dramatic.

No one understands her at all.

Anger at the smallest things ever and facing through it.

Smaller than an ant.

Its like the size of an atom.

Needle thought when she gets home, she will prepare to start taking unsafe and deadly liquid materials for her to drink, and after drinking Hydrogen Peroxide, she thought it will kill her in seconds.

Loss of speaking, slow breathing

Choking on her on blood.

Everything she researched on how will Hydrogen Peroxide kill her.

She doesn't need thereapy or a hospital.

She just wants it all to

End.

Shes excited.

Excited to see her last moments.

Excited to peacefully die.