(Trigger warning:suicide,sh,slight abuse,blood,knife)
Suddenly....everything changed....my parents from the stupid car crash....I have nothing left. what's happening? What did 𝐢 do to deserve this? I'm only 15 for crying out loud! The only person I have left in this shitty world was Cindy. She has been my best friend since I was 5,although my parents never claimed Cindy was actually real,i I never believed them! Cindy had been there for me when no one else was so i could never leave Cindy as she did so much for me
And yet it was only a few months that passed since my parents death and Cindy was comforting me as usual but something felt different....smelt different. The strongest smell I've smelt ever,the scent of blood hitting my nose,it wasn't coming from me or the bed....it was Cindy and I started to ask
"Cin?....what's that awful smell?"
And yet she smiled at me....it wasn't the usual smile she had, it was more sinister and I had a really bad feeling about this....
It wasn't until I had a flashback of my mother,my own mother! Beating me until I was black and blue did I start to once cry again that night, it led me to thoughts I've never had....voices....always in my head saying
"Do it" and "end it already,no one would miss you"
Flooded my mind every second alas my first suicide attempt,although it never worked I always had the thought and urge to do it once more
𝐀 𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐇 𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐑
I hadn't seen Cindy in a while and that shit concerns me deeply as the last time I saw her was before my attempt. Though things have gotten slightly better and shit,like me now seeing a therapist,and meeting this one boy...he made me feel loved again! Which was a good thing I suppose,but it felt all too similar to Cindy's kind of love and affection I once had,the warmth I craved most nights
Then life decided to switch up on me! One random night the once sweet boy I knew and loved had turned to drinking,smoking pot and doing drugs,bringing other girls to MY house and started to hit me with every chance he had. It's like he did a 360 overnight. I always went to school with bruises on my eye,legs,arms,stomach and neck. The teachers always asked me
"How did you get those bruises Ace?"
And holy fucking Satan how I never wanted to cry and find comfort in teachers more then I do now. I always felt a churn in my stomach after the teacher's concerns arose.
𝐀 𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐊 𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐑
It wasn't until the night before my 16th birthday that I got the urge to kill myself again but yet found comfort in harming myself to my heart's content,I knew I shouldn't and how much pain and guilt I would face on my birthday...yet I couldn't stop....it felt too good to not stop,I covered my wrists and thighs in bloody cuts. I sobbed violently until I passed out....
It was the next day and to my surprise I was no longer on the cold,wet,cream coloured floor but instead in my bed...I thought to myself
"Maybe Michael moved me....maybe"
Then I smelt a warm and comforting smell....it smelt like the pancakes Cindy made and lord was I immediately drawn to it and leapt out of bed,and to my surprise there she was....Cindy....was back....humming a song?... i mutter out horsely.
"Cindy?.....your back?"
She replied with an almost emotionless tone
"Of course I'm back....I'd never leave my best friend behind now would I?"
Her tone took me off guard,not expecting for her to sound almost detached from herself,I noticed a blood stain on her chest....almost on her boobs,yet I start to mutter to her
"Why is there a blood stain on your tits?"
She only laughed coldly.
"Check in the basement"
She spoke and being my curious self,i decided to walk slowly towards the basement,opening the door slightly, it smelt like an animal died or meat expired. I walked down the creaky steps which are me shiver every step down. Once me feet hit the bottom I turned on my phone flashlight,only to gasp in horror and let tears well up in my eyes....it was none other then Michael with a....knife stuck into his chest....a line of blood gushing out of his throat,clearly indicating that his throat was slit open....
I gagged at the smell and ran back up the stairs and into the house,when I looked up to catch my breath,Cindy turned to me with a twisted smirk on her face and asked
"Did you like your birthday present? I put a LOT of effort into it!"
I couldn't hold back my tears that were threatening to fall anyway,so I burst into tears because I mean who wouldn't cry at a dead body Like hello!? I shake my head repeatedly but Cindy had the guts to pout and whine
"But how could you not like the present!?"
....does this girl not know the meaning of too far!?....I grabbed the nearest knife to me and slit her neck....only for it to hit me then....I killed my parents....not the car crash....I killed Michael....now...I killed a figment of my imagination....I could hear the police sirens in the background....they were coming for me....so I took the knife in my hands,and raised it up. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath to slit my own throat. The last thing I heard was the sound of the police running towards me....
