"Tris, you don't know how thankful I am for you," Christina tells me, standing on the steps of her new home.
"You don't have to thank me. You'll be happy here. Promise me you'll make some friends." I tell her seriously, acting as if I was her mother. And in a way, I am.
"I'll promise as long as you promise to visit," She grins, waving and slipping through the door.
Promises were meant to be broken anyway.
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I couldn't fall asleep. I wanted to sleep, but I didn't want to wake up.
Sitting here on my cramped bathroom floor, I can't help but sit back and think. I tried to be positive, make a list of things that I had to live for. Well there's always Christina... She has other people. Within a week, she would stop mourning and would move on.
A small scream left my mouth when I dragged the blade across my wrist, watching as the blood surfaced. It was such a pretty red. That color would soon cover me like a blanket. My own soft blanket.
The scream wasn't a scream of fear or pleasure, it was of pure misery. For a reason I didn't understand, something was holding me down onto this place. I just want to float far, far away. Let the wind blow through my hair, allow my shoulders to relax as I float into a peaceful abyss.
It would seem pills would be the easiest route, but my body instantly rejects them. I can't keep them down.
I shivered as the cool tears dripped down my warm cheeks, letting the droplets mix with the blood.
I take the kitchen knife and trail it along my thigh, shivering at the cool metal.
I was okay when Christina was with me. She was a good friend, but she deserved her life. I hope she's happy, and will forever be happy.
I smiled softly at the blank face that stared back at me, I didn't hesitate as I dug the knife into my chest.
My breath caught, my mouth parted with a silent groan and I close my eyes. Relishing in the pain.
Despite the gulps of air I had to take, I relaxed. Finally, what I've always wanted is done. In just a few minutes, I can be sky bound, just as planned.
I can finally let everything go. I can go far, far away, into my happiness.
I just hope my pixie will understand.
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Bad Blue Woebegone (Fourtris AU)
FanfictionTris is alone. The world is against her. How hard would it be for a person to kill them self? Suicide attempts. First one, then five. Each time, she can't seem to go through with it. But, she wants nothing more than to leave this horrid earth. Mix i...