The Stories

Help me out of the Dark

Knife in hand. Sleeves pulled up. Tears on face. Failures in head. Bloody cuts on arm.

I'm a failure. I can never make my friends feel better when they're down. I hurt my friends till they're suicidal. I can never get above a C+. I can never not disappoint my family. I'm a failure.

The blade grazed another part of my skin. Blood seeped through. I bit my lips so I wouldn't yell. I deserve this. I deserved it all. I deserve it for being a failure. I deserve it for being born.

I even make my friends worry. I make them worry for my cuts. I make them worry for my own bullies. I make them worry because of my horrible existence.

My phone rang. I jumped. I dropped the knife. I picked up the phone.

Alex. I shakily said, "Hello..." Alex replied, "Hey, you still up for ice cream?" I was confused, "What? I thought you were mad at me?" Alex asked, "Why would I be mad?" I said, "Because you saw my cuts today. It made you cry. It made you worry." Alex sighed, "You never get it do you? No matter how many mistakes you make I'll always be there with you. I will never leave you kid. As long as I'm here, I will try my best to never let you get hurt again."

I hung up. I put my hand to my mouth. I sobbed uncontrollably. She cares for me. She doesn't care if I cut. She still wants to help me. She still wanted to try and bring me out of the darkness that surrounded me.

I put the knife away. I wiped away the blood. I put bandages on my wounds. Never again.

I called Alex back, "I'll see you there at the ice cream parlor."