Her Last Goodbye

Chapter 4

Chandler stuck the key into the small hole and turned the knob slightly. She stepped into the completely empty house. "Peace and quiet" she said out loud as she dumped all of her stuff on the floor. All of the sudden, without warning, tears started streaming down Chandler's face. She slid down the bare wall, drowning in her own tears. "Why do they have to judge me. Why do I seem so different. I'm just a fucking person." At this rate, Chandler's phone started beeping. It was an alert to notify all of the hateful messages she was recieving. She didn't even bare to look at them. She buried her face into her knees and whispered "When will shit get better..." Chandler suddenly got an urge. An urge to do something that she hadnt done in months. But whether it was the drugs or just her plain emotions, she suddenly realised that she wanted nothing more. She stumbled to her feet and ran to the bathroom. She locked the door just in case. She grabbed her special piece of metal from the cabinet. "One. Two.Three." She touched the cold metal to her wrists and began a first cut. Cut after cut, the blood was dripping all over her jeans, but she didn't care. All she cared about at this point was trying to fight. Trying to find courage to keep going. But....she couldn't. She had no desire to walk out of that room and face the world again. She knew what she had to do.