Until We Go To Sleep (Jeff the Killer)

Chapter Nine : The Attempt

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Chapter nine

I got the blades I'd made last night.

I grabbed a few bottles of water and soda.

I grabbed a bunch of food.

I ate as much as I possibly could in between chugs of Coke. I tied my hair up and ran into the bathroom. I shoved my hand down my throat, forcing up the food. All of it. And even after it was all up, I kept trying to throw up. I wanted that unpleasant acid taste in my throat that burns so awful. I ripped open the medicine cabinet and searched. Aha, sleeping pills. I opened the metal peelable Packaging and swallowed them dry. I then sat on the floor.

I ripped off the gauze. I made more cuts.And I didn't make them small.No inch long tallies.

I cut from the left side of my thigh to my right. My legs, my calves, my hips, stomach and chest. I cut from my fingers to my shoulders. I would've cut my back if I could. I cut my face. I loved the feeling of pain rushing through my body. I was covered in blood.

I looked in the mirror.

"Jesus..." I ran my fingers over my face and watched the blood run down like sweat. I laid in the tub and I bled. And when I stopped bleeding, I wiped off the old blood and started bleeding again.

"I'm gonna do it this time," I thought."Im gonna kill myself. No fuck ups, no mistakes, no regrets."

I felt light headed.

My eyelids felt so heavy. Everything was heavy.

The blood on my skin was suffocating me.

The oxygen was holding me down.

I felt cold. So cold..

I flashed back.

It was the dream when I first hadn't seen Jeff. It was cold. So, so cold. My teeth chattered and I began to cry. The blood was slowly puddling. I sat in the tub wearing rolled up shorts and a tank top. It was just so cold.

And my stomach felt acidy. My eyes closed and I took a huge breath. I was letting go.

My life rolled like a movie theater.

I was playing with childhood friends.

I was so happy. I would go to school and play, listen and learn.

I moved to Philadelphia.

I went to school and kept to myself.

I moved to Virginia. I made so many friends and experienced so much.

I moved back to Jersey. My sister was born, I started middle school, began high school last September... Look where I am now.

Obsessed with this fictional creepypasta character.

Emotionally unstable.

Crazy.

Cutting myself.

Throwing up.

Bleeding out in a tub trying to die.

I lit a match with the rest of my strength and smelled the sulfur. I closed my eyes...and let go.

For a few minutes, I felt dead. It was quiet. I stopped breathing a while ago. Was I dead? Was I alive? My lungs stopped working, but not my brain. It was torture. Why can't I leave my body?

Something was making me stay. Something kept me alive.

A million faces flashed in my mind.

Mother

Sister

Friends

Family

... Father.

My dad.

I promised him that I'd never hurt myself.

Oh god Im miserable for people breaking promises for me, yet I've broken the biggest promise of all.

I hate myself.

I need to get up.

Get up.

Get up for daddy.

I heard his voice.

"You can do it, Shi."

I woke up. I was panting hard, as if someone stabbed an adrenaline shot into my heart. The blood filled a quarter of the tub.

I drained it and washed off.

I used the huge roll of gauze I kept hid in the pantry. I was a walking roll of gauze and medical tape.

I brought back what ever food and soda I didn't regurgitate to the fridge and sat on the couch.

I'm so tired from the loss of blood.

I laid on the couch and cried myself to sleep.

I'm never leaving the house....