I sat on the edge of the roof, playing with the small blade in the palm of my hands. I looked down and I stood up getting ready. I looked down again, realizing I'll soon be down there. But I'll be dead. I looked at the door, nothing. This wasn't like the movies somebody wasn't just gonna burst through that door and try to stop me. I don't matter to anyone, no one cares. I grabbed my blade and pulled my sleeve up, revealing various scars. "Here I go" I whispered. I dragged the bald across my arm various times. It felt good; I looked down once more before jumping. Everything went by so fast and once I hit the ground, I knew it was over. I smiled, it was all over.
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Sorry I haven't update. Who I am kidding, hardly of you read this. But I've been dealing with a bunch of crap so sorry to those few people.
