World Breakers

Chapter 11

January's POV-

I kept getting texts on my phone that said things on the line of this,

'Your a nobody'

'Your a fake, a phony'

'Your such a retard.'

I cried the whole night. I went in the bathroom and saw my razor and locked the bathroom even though nobody would care.

No one ever cares. I guess life will never work out for me.

I cried as I slit my left wrist three times and watched as the blood poured down going into the sink.

My hand and fingers filled with blood but I didn't care anymore.

I knew I wouldn't die from it anyway. But, I just wanted to so badly.

Sometimes even before this I wished I was dead.

My father never sent me a gift or even a card for anything. He was a alcoholic, and a cheater. But, now he has a new family so why would he need me. My mother was always still chasing after him. She was never at home never around. Most times she wouldn't even remember my birthday.

I then looked at the bathtub and filled it up with water and got inside of it still dressed.

I then laid down in it and placed my head down on the bottom of the tub holding in my breath. Keeping my eyes open as I could feel the oxygen slowly slip away from me.

Then I lifted my head up and looked down at my wrist that I had cut. It had stopped bleeding out.

Maybe someday the pain will just slip away. Like air.

I don't belong here. No one ever listens to me anyway.