Tamara dug the blade deep into her tanned wrist. She cries quietly as the blood flows down her arm and drips onto her bed. The tears in her eyes make her vision go blurry. "Whore." "Skank." "Slut" "Emo freak." The hateful words ring through her ears as she continues to cut her fragile skin. One. Two. Three. Four cuts later and she glances down. Her physical pain was slowly drowning away her emotional pain. The blood fell silently on her bed as she watched it trickle down her arm. Her red hair clung to her flushed face that was tear-stained cheeks. Her mint green eyes were now blood shot from the tears she was silently crying. The worst kind of crying there is. She continue to slit her wrists until all the emotional pain was gone. Five. Six. Seven. Eight. Nine. Ten. Eleven and she was done. She leaned back her head and dropped the blade on her bed and she blinked away her tears. "Waste of space." "Oxygen hogger." The words still swam through her head but she no longer felt the need to do any more physical damage to her self. She dropped her wrist to her side as she layed back on her bed. The blood oozed out from her and stained her white sheets. Tamara didn't care though. After what seemed like forever, her phone buzzed breaking the silence that was brought into Tamara's bedroom. She looked at it and with shaky, bloody fingers, clicked the blinking message sign. It was from Myle, her boyfriend. She felt guilty when she saw his name. The image of his face flicked in her mind and she smiled softly. His perfect brown eyes. His beautiful black hair that she loved to run her fingers through. And his smile, his lovely smiled that brought light into her dark, cruel world. She loved him very much and always put on a fake smile when she saw him. Even on those days when she wants to get away from everything. Even life its self.
Myle; Heyya baby angel. How are you?
Tamara; Oh you know. :)
It hurt to tell him she was doing fine when she wasn't. She hated to lie to him but she never wanted him to figure out her dark truth.
Myle; Awesome. Can I come see you then? I'm walking by your house.
Tamara; Of course you can beb. :3
Myle; Yay <3 see you in five. Bye.
Tamara; Okay <3
She turned off her phone and grabbed the blade carefully and placed it in her black box that sat on top of her oak wood dresser in the corner of her room. She ripped of her bloody sheet and replaced it fast. Just as she finished tucking the corners in, knocking arose through the entire house. She rushed down and remembered she was in a tee-shirt and her wrist was stained in blood. She grabbed a coat and through it on and winced as the leather rubbed against her bleeding wounds. She opens the door and smiles at her boyfriend. "Hi, boo." She says as she goes up on her tip toes and pecks his lips softly.
He brings a hand up to her cheek and kissed her back before pulling away. "Hey, babe." He chuckled and rubbed his nose against hers lightly. He sensed something was up as she looked up at him. Her eyes were still blood shot. "Your eyes, Tammy." He said in shock as he frowned.
"I was crying." She admits.
"But why?"
She lets out a sigh. "My rabbit died." She wipes a tears off her cheek. She didn't lie but she wasn't telling the truth. "He had a heart attack and he died." She stumbled closer to him and he pulled her into a tight hug. "It was a sad time."
He pouts a bit and hugs her even tighter. "I bet, baby." He kissed her head softly and sighed as he rested his chin on her head. "Is there anything you need me to do?"
"Let me go." She demanded in a frail voice. He nods and lets go of her as she whimpers a bit in pain from the leather of the jacket rubbing against her wrists. "I'm sorry. I just have to go to the bathroom." She hurries over to the bathroom upstairs and locks her self in. She takes off the jacket and tosses it the the ground. She washes the blood off her wrist and wraps a bandage around it then throws on a long sleeve shirt. "Sorry!" She calls as she runs down the stairs. She reaches the bottom step and sees him on the couch watching 1000 Ways To Die.
He looks over at her and smiles. "Hey, come watch this with me." He waves tamara over and she sits beside him. Myle looks back at the t.v. and laughs. "Death is funny, you know." He chuckles again and Tamara manages to put on another fake smile.
"Y-yeah." Her smile fades a bit as she remembers last week.
~FlashBack~
The tears escaped her eyes like water throws it self off the edge of the cliff and creates a water fall. The pills were in here hand and she had the alcohal in the other. She looked in the mirror and her mascara was smeared and her eye liner was everywhere. Putting the pills in her mouth, she silently said good bye to her world. Her hell. Her family. her friends. Her be-loved boyfriend. Her life. She opened her mouth and continued to swallow the pills. Thirteen. Fourteen. Fifteen. She looks at her hand and the anti-depresent pills were almost gone. Same with her life. She began to eel dizzy and her stomach felt odd. She then swallowed the rest. Fifteen. Sixteen. Seventeen. She sat down in the empty bathtub and chugged the alchohal. Her lifed was fading if only she had kept the mixture of pills and alcohal in her stomach. She felt dizzy and then the alcohal and pills working there way up her throat. She couldn't hold it back any more and pulled herself over to the toilet as she hung her head over it and let the pills and alcohal shoot it's way back up. She threw up and gagged in between each shakey breath as if more wanted to come up but didn't. She finally got at least 80% if what she swallowed out of her system. She cried and whimpered on the floor as her throat burned. She passed out moments later and awoke the next morning, smelling of booze and vomit.
~End Of FlashBack~
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Bleed It Out
Roman d'amour*NOTE: Based off a song called Baby Don't Cute by B-Mike* Tamara never had a good life. She had friends and family who loved her dearly and plus a boyfriend but many people hated her guts. They wished her bad luck, they wanted her dead, called her...
