When I got home I was so tired and I still had to go to school the next day. I put the keys on the counter and walked over to my mom's room. She was laid out on the bed with a bottle of beer in her hand. "Honey..." She
whispered. I took the bottle from her hand and set it on the bedside table. I then took her shoes off and put the blanket over her. "Honey you're so beautiful you look like your dad" She said giggling like a schoolgirl "He
loved you so much" She said, pulling the covers closer to her chest. "I do too, I'm sorry I haven't been around much I just was so sad after he died" said yawning. "But I'll try harder," she whispered drifting off to sleep. I
walked out her room with tears threatening to fall. When she was drunk she always made promises she never kept but they never hurt me like this one did. The last time she told me she loved me was before dad died.
Before all of this crap started. I walked up to my room feeling that pain in my chest but it was different. This was a splitting pain. It felt like it was tearing me apart from the inside. I ran over to my bedside table. I couldn't
take it anymore, I ran the blade along my leg, the blood spilled out but the pain in my chest wasn't gone it felt worse like it was amplified. I slid the knife across my stomach again and again and again until my whole body
was numb and I couldn't feel the pain anymore. I knew what I was doing was bad for my health but I would do anything to get this sickening pain in my chest gone. I walked over to my bathroom and looked at myself in the
mirror. There were so many cuts on my body and I didn't recognize the person looking back at me. I fell to the floor in tears, my body shook as my heart burned. I tried my best to keep the sound low so nobody could hear
me suffering. When the tears subsided I cleaned the cuts on my body and wrapped them up in the extra bandages I had under my sink. I walked out the bathroom exhausted from the day. As I was drifting off I heard one thing.
"What am I doing to myself"
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Teen FictionI let the tears fall down my cheeks, The gnawing pain in my chest only grew until it was too much for me to take. I reached into my bedside table and pulled out a small blade. I wanted the pain gone, I needed it gone. I opened the small pocket knife...
