Footsteps echoed along the lonely corridor as I ran and hid inside the toilet as quiet as I could.
"Where the hell did she go? That girl."
'I've had enough of everyone's bullshits. I want to die. Why am I still here? Im so freaking weak.' I thought to myself.
I cried as I take out a razor from my pocket and start slicing my wrist.
"One cut. Two cuts. Three cuts. Four cuts." I said, continue slicing my skin. Deeper.
Bit by bit, the blood drips to the floor.
I broke my streaks that day after being clean for 2 months. I failed once again.
"I've promised myself that im not gonna cut anymore. I broke the promise. Im sorry. I was doing so fine before.." I said as I cry.
"Why everyone hates me? Is it because im stupid? Is it because im ugly?"
The kind of thoughts that have been running in my mind since I entered high school.
I'd rather be dead than have to face this kind of hell.
I want to escape. But how? Right now, the only way I could think is cutting myself.
It hurts me but at the same time it makes me feel relieved by transferring the pain to my body.
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A Spark Of Hope (#Wattys2016)
Teen Fiction||UNDER EDITING || [ I just want to die. ] This story is about Sarah, a young teenage girl who is suffering from depression, anxiety and mental breakdown. She wants to die. She thinks that she dont have any reasons to live anymore. Will she win or w...
