This is a trigger warning. If you cannot read about self harm please skip this chapter. -XOXO The Author
I woke up with tears dried on my face and eyes puffy. I was done with this world. I was nothing without my mom. I was nothing anymore. I was nothing but a nuisance to myself and to everyone around me. All the attention that I got was out of pity anyway. No one really cared about me. I went to the shower and heart heavy with emotion I picked up the razor. I walked to where my unshaven fully clothed sleeping dad was laying on the couch with a picture of mom right next to him. I gave him a kiss and walked back to my room. I turned on my computer and looked through all of my pictures of my mom. When the pain was too much I lifted the blade and dragged it across my skin. I felt a sting as red droplets appeared on my wrist. I exhaled. The pain was overpowering my emotion. Feeling better in a twisted way I checked my email to find 3 missed messages from Phil.
I know it hurts but it will get better.
Please don't do anything rash I would blame myself.
and finally
I'm so sorry about your mom. But hurting yourself won't bring her back.
I wanted to scream at him. Didn't anyone see what a wreck I was? I didn't need to hear that. I hadn't even accepted that my mom was gone until now. Overcome with powerful emotion I sat down. I would never talk to her again. I would never see her sweet smile or hear her laugh. I would never be able to cuddle with her when I felt crappy. I would never again see her long beautiful hair that she always let me play with even when I made it even more tangled. I would never be able to cry on her lap about things that upset me ever again.
I was done. I wanted out. I wanted to die. My mom was everything to me and she was gone. I looked down at the razor and my hand and cut myself again several times. I looked at a picture of my mom again. What would she say if she was here? I asked myself.
She would want me to be happy and wouldn't want me to hurt myself.
My computer dinged again.
Authors Note: So... things aren't going so well for Skye. On a slightly happier note I started to write a danfiction! Should I write it all and then publish all at once or should I write a chapter each week? Comment what you think.
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The Boy Who Saved my Life.(an AmazingPhil fanfiction)
ФанфикSkye Jackson doesn't think that life can get any worse after their mom dies. When she gets an email one day from AmazingPhil one day life doesn't seem so bad. WARNING: This fanfiction contains self harm.