Tears slipped down my face. I was tucked into a tight ball on my bed. I had a vice like grip on my hair and I spat out things like 'waste of oxygen', 'worthless', 'unwanted' and 'fuck up'. I had my curtains shut so Lizzy couldn't see in and my phone on silent and in my bag, across my room.
I finally snapped and grabbed the nearest knife. I held it above my left arm with nothing but rage.
Wait. Was she really gonna hate me for being grounded on out eight month? I got told I wasn't allowed out. Then why am I beating myself up over it? I dropped the knife and curled back into my ball.
I started mumbling nonsense, it seemed like that anyway. I knew exactly what I meant though. I started mumbling out "All I want to do is make her proud. To make her smile. But all I do is make her sad."
I cried and cried and cried. My throat hurt, my eyes felt dry and my muscles hurt. The tears still wouldn't stop. They only stopped when my eyelids fell shut.
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Addiction
General FictionWhat happens when addiction takes over your life? Follow Ty's story of addiction as his friends and his girlfriend, Sasha, try to help. Will he survive the journey or die trying?
