*slight trigger warning, no blood*
"2:16a.m"
the clock reads as I quietly cry.
"He's sleeping, he has to be." I think, my mind jumping to conclusions of why you're not answering.
"He hates you its obvious, stop thinking he cares. He never liked you and never will"
I also think. No not think,believe. Who would like me? He's just pretending to like me. I cry harder, craving to feel at peace yet only feeling pain. But only emotional pain yet physical pain is what I need, an escape. I go to my dresser and grab a box that contains what I haven't seen in a while.
My blades.
I slowly grabbed them, memories flooding in continuously. I bring the tiny metal closer to my wrist but hear something I longed for so long.
A short buzz came from my phone and I throw the blades back in the case. Soft tears were streaming down my face as i sat there for a second, taking a moment away from my mind. I reached over and grabbed my phone, reading the time.
"2:56a.m"
A text from him appeared in the screen making my heart flutter a little knowing he could help cope my moments. I knew he could help because my 3 a.m shadow was just about to begin.
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Yes its a little short im going to work on that :) Remember, you all are so special and beautiful. -Zøe
