I Should Have Known.

PROLOGUE

"Taylor! open the door! Don't do anything crazy! Open the door!" Mya yells outside my bedroom door.

I am sitting on my bed with a bloody left wrist and a razor in my right hand. Tears dropped from my cheeks as I thought about everything that had happened to me.

I should just do it. Get it over with. Cut my vein open and bleed to death. At least my pain would be forever gone.

"Please Taylor please," Mya plead starting to cry.
"It isn't...*sniff*...worth it."

I'm in so much pain that I want to die. I've never been a suicidal person, but right now dying feels like the best choice for me.

"Can we talk. Can we...*sniff*... please talk. I'm so...*sniff*...sorry."

When she said "sorry" it felt like someone punched me right in the stomach, again remembering what she have done.

I put the razor right on top of my wrist and pressed it down, waiting for me to swipe it to the right.

I couldn't do it. I really wanted to, but I couldn't.

I put the bloody razor from my other cuts, on my night stand and laid down on my bed. Leaving my wrist stinging.

I cried so much since I got home from school that I feel so sluggish like I can just faint. I probably just need a nap, but instead I just starred off in space.

"Taylor please say something. Just for me to know that you're still here... *sniff*," Mya pleaded.

"She won't open the door. It's lock," I heard Mya say. She must be talking to someone.

The door knob jiggled.

Boom, boom.

I hear my door swing open.
When I look over to the door I see Mike. I hurriedly sit up, shock to see him. I really do not want him seeing me like this.

I hid my wrist under my blanket, and screeched quietly when the cuts touched the fabric.

Mike walks over to my bed and sit down next to me.

He shocked me by pulling me into a bear hug.

"I'm so glad you're alive," he whispered in my ear.
"It scared the hell out of me when Mya sent me that text."

He let go of me and looked over to the door. I guess speaking of Mya made him wonder what she was doing.

I looked myself and she was sitting between the door frame with her head down between her knees.

"Taylor is this how you tried to do it?" Mike asked, holding up my razor.

He didn't wait for an answer and pulled my right arm from my blanket.

After he searched for any cuts and didn't see any, he pulled out my left arm.

I searched his face for any signs of what he was thinking.

Nothing.
His face was blank.

He looked over at Mya who was now looking at us.

"This is your fault Mya! If it wasn't for you and your stupid ass decisions she wouldn't be like this!" Mike yelled at her...

A/N- This is a new story that I am writing. I just wanted you guys to see what this story will be like.

I Should Have Known, coming out soon.