I've told every therapist that I've seen the same exact thing "I want to die" they would all ask the same thing "why." but the thing was i don't know why, my parents are loving and caring, my friends hang out every weekend" i was always left empty with words so i was kicked out being told that i'm a liar and was wasting their time. I promise though I'm not lying I just feel this never ending dread inside that won't leave, i don't know why i lay awake in bed almost every night thinking about ending it. Every single day the dread gets worse, the cuts on my arm that I don't remember making get worse. I get another therapist, she's nice, I tell her the same old thing "I want to die" she asks the same old question "why" " i don't know thats the problem" I shout.I get kicked out being told I'm a liar once again. My parents shake their heads at me "why do you constantly insist that you do this".I lay in bed the worst it feels like it's screaming at me to die but there are no words. I stand up and grab the scissors and hold them to my neck My head was now screaming no but my hands moved on their own until the scissors where in my neck and I was on the ground.As i could barely see, i saw a blurry long worm snake thing wiggle out of the open wound and all of the sudden my thoughts were clear "i don't want to die" finally all the light faded.No one saw the worm slither on the ground writing something in the blood of its victim "I want to die"
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short stories
Açãoinstead of posting each short story individually i decided to post them in one thing they are all short little stories that i wrote in class most of the time they die in the end give it a try and let me know ways to improve my writing many triggers...
