Angelina grabs the razor blade out of the medicine cabinet and sits down on the floor. She then says she is sorry and slices her wrist. Her father lays, passed out on the couch, with the bottle of whiskey in his hand. Her palm of her hand is being sliced as she holds a tight grip on the bloody blade. Her bruises throbbing, her vision blurry from all the tears as she watches the blood from her wrist pouring onto the floor. Her last thought, "Nobody loves me".
*Not A True Story* *A Christina Heath Original*
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In The Blink of An Eye
Teen FictionThis is an old story I wrote a while back.. Just so you all know this is not based of a true story. Okay? Okay.
