"You'll never be the pretty one, talented one, the breath taking one. You will always be the one thats different, thats stupid, get over it" I whispered to myself. I began to feel the warm tears fall down my face as I pushed open my bathroom door with blurry vision.
Shuffling through the bathroom drawer I find the blade I took from a razor and fell onto the toilet. Biting my lip I held the razor to the my wrist. and dragged it across my skin. Pressing down with everything I had. Feeling relieved as I began to see blood appear on my flesh, as it escaped, the pain.
Repeating the process, I began to scream, just letting it all out. Its not like anyone can hear me anyway. I'm alone in this house, this world. No ones there. As I began to feel light headed I stared at the blood as it rolled down my arm. Sighing I felt tears begin to poor down my face, the only thing I could see was red. Sobs became weaker and weaker.
Standing up, I stumbled to the sink and turned the cold water on letting it wash away the blood. Wincing from the stinging of the cold water I grabbed a towel and held pressure to my cut arm.
Pushing the door back open, my knees gave in and I fell onto them. Feeling a jolt of pain shoot through me, choosing to ignore it. I let the tears fall, again and again.
Not caring anymore, thats my specialty.
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Ficção Adolescente"'cause an empty room can be so loud It's too many tears to drown them out"
