Bloody tears

PROLOGUE !

I looked at my wrist, and I began to cry. It was covered in scars. I looked at each and everyone, bringing back the memories of why I had cut. Tears rushed down my face, as I looked up into the mirror. I saw myself, and I stopped crying for a couple seconds. I could feel my heart beating, and I picked up my razor blade. It was time.

I placed the note I had writen, for anyone who cared enough to read it. I looked at my right wrist, which had no cuts. I remembered that I was always scared to cut there, because I was right handed. I was always scared that I would accidentally cut too deep. But now, I wasn't scared. I wanted to cut deep, deep enough at least.

I lined up the blade, and placed pressure. I slid the razor across my wrist. The blood started coming out, almost instantly. I cut another, right below the previous. And another. Three would do it.

I just sat there, and watched. I watched the blood get thicker, and drip off my wrist. I started to get dizzy, so I sat on the floor. I looked around the bathroom, and then I looked at my arm. The blood kept coming, and I could feel it pumping. I smiled. I could finally escape. My ears started ringing, and my head was beating. My wrists began to feel numb, along with my fingers that had lost feeling. I took a deep breath, and closed my eyes. I could feel death coming on me. The tears in my eyes fell down my face like rain. I whispered goodbye, and I layed down. I closed my eyes.

But right when I did, the door bust open. I saw a man, but he was very blurry. I could feel him pick me up, and shake me. He carried me into the living room, bridal style. Isn't that ironic.

I blinked, and I could feel him passing me to someone else. And I was passed to another man, who sat me on a stretcher. They were all surrounding me, pushing me outside. More people, of corse. They brought me to an ambulance, but by then I felt like everything around me was going black. I closed my eyes, and drifted off.