You Are Never All Alone

They called you selfish because you kept all that you could provide for yourself, simply since nobody had ever given anything to you.

They said you were vain because you were never loved, so you tried to love yourself.

They never noticed the quiet nights when you'd slip away from everything to be alone. You didn't want them to hear you cry, though they'd likely brush it off as a dramatic call for attention.

And you couldn't stand it. You couldn't stand the way they would look at you, their eyes full of disgust and irritation, as if you wanted to live the way you did.

Couldn't stand the hushed voices whispering and snickering as you passed by.

Soon, you realized, this needed to end.

Your hand shook as you tried to steady the knife at the base of your neck.

No more sound, no more light, no more emotion, no more pain.

You plunged the knife into your throat and let out a strangled cry. Your lungs still attempting to gather oxygen despite your objection.

You felt lightheaded, the room spun around you as rich violet blood pooled at the wound and overflowed onto the floor; you laughed weakly, void of emotion, tone empty and humorless.

Suddenly you felt arms around your waist, someone pulling you from the floor. You were being lifted and carried from the room. You blacked out.

Awakening in a clean white room with fluorescent lights humming overhead, you unconsciously reached towards your neck to find a tightly wrapped cloth around it.

You lay there for what seems like hours, expressionless, unmoving, and completely emotionally exhausted, not even attempting to make any sense of the situation.

Everything happened so fast. You acknowledged the fact that you were a bit too quick to make rash decisions and a bit too slow to actually consider them. You were impulsive, and terribly so.

At that moment, however, you were also tired, the tension left your body, and just before drifting off into sleep, you were grateful, silently thanking your savior and finding comfort in knowing that someone did care, if only for just a moment, you mattered, and that was enough.

Your eyes closed, and, unconsciously, the corners of your mouth quirked upward the slightest bit as a small smile graced your features; something you never thought you would have.