It was 6:30 pm. I was sitting in my bathroom crying. My parents hated me. My neighbors hated me. Everyone hated me. I had no one to run to. I found my blade, still covered in dry blood. I moved it to my wrist, ready to draw blood. When there was a knock at my bath room door. I ignored it, knowing it was my parents. Putting all pain aside, I slit my wrist. Blood starts pouring out. "One for my dad." I scream. "One for my pain." I scream louder. "And one for you all!!" I yell at the top of my lungs. Crying uncontrollably, I open the door. Blade in hand, i run. I run as fast as i can. I don't know where im going but i run. "I hate you all to!" I scream.
