Sad stories

Suicide

Looking down at the razor blade in her skinny fingers, letting the tears fall to her nicely thick thighs. She grabbed the razor tightly and tilted her head up blowing out air in frustration hoping it would just go away. She put the razor close to her thighs and sliced them. Surprisingly, it didn't hurt as much as she expected. She continued on her right thigh til blood covered the surface. She watched as blood trickled down her legs and she took a deep breath hoping she would just bleed to death. She started on her left thigh and cut an inch deeper. She felt a sting in each slit and she continued until she felt pain through her thighs. She threw away the razor and tried to stand on her two feet. Her legs were weak and she fell back down where she sat, she closed her eyes and walked out the bathroom slowly. She laid down in her bed knowing she is bleeding and freshly cut wounds. She puts the blanket over her legs and feels a slight pain, she groans it out softly and closes her eyes. She goes to sleep hoping to die in her sleep. 

The next day she woke up to the sound of her alarm clock. She sat up slowly looking down at her dried up bloody legs. She grabbed her clothes and walked to the bathroom, she grabbed a wet rag and started to clean off the wounds slipping on her pants quickly after. She put her shirt on and did her hair, as usual she put on her navy blue sweater and her new purple retros on. She grabbed her stuff and left the house walking to school. She kept her head down making sure no one would reconigze her and try to talk to her. She got to school grounds and had a normal day til 2:30. She was sitting at her desk when she was thinking of the time when she was hurt, hurt so much it's indescribable.  She stared down at her desk and she felt like she couldn't breathe. It got blurry and the next thing she knew was her principal shaking her, calling out her name. She got up slowly and walked out with her. They sat her down and gave her water hoping her lip color would come back and she could be back to normal. After she got her skin color back, she was sent home and all her mother could do was tell her to go to sleep. She went and laid down in her half bloody bed. She closed her eyes and felt the life get sucked out of her. No body cares, no one gives a fuck, so what the hell, LET ME. 

Love, ME.