It's become unbearable, their words I can no longer deflect, I am not who I used to be; I just can't take it.
I walk down the main hall, into the bathroom, into the stall, and then I just fucking vomit all over, nearly missing the toilet. I take my place in front of the mirror.
I know, I know, it's a school bathroom. I know, I know, I shouldn't be doing this, that I'll ruin the floors and walls. I always screw shit up, no matter how hard I try not to, even when I attempt. I turn around and take one last look at myself, I memorize my face, my high placed cheekbones, eyes like the sea, the distinguishing freckle above my eyebrow, my poorly done eyeliner, and lastly my bobbed hair with slight bangs. I am truly the spawn of a demon.
I silently turn so my back faces the mirror. I take a deep breath. The razor falls out of my pocket even though I'm sitting, I curse louder than I meant to. I reach for the razor, and unwrap it, making my movements as loud as I physically can. I'm shaking as I do so, making even more noise.
I slice through my wrists. I watch the blood ooze from the open wounds. In my last moment of pain, the thing I think of as I wait is how I never accomplished what I had wanted to do in life, I never had time to become who I wanted to be, to grow up, and no one really seems to care. Then, I think of what is next, it is one of those things I couldn't wait to discover, I guess it's a flaw, death doesn't scare me, the idea excites me, curiosity really does kill. Suddenly, I watch this world that always hated me disappear before my eyes....
