Feel Like Shit

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Mercy Pov

I walk into the house after about a week of being gone. I walk through the quietness and emptiness of the house, and instantly to my room. I shut the door and immediately start to her him... Chris...

You ain't shit

Why are you even here?

Why are you still breathing?

No one wants yo ass alive.



You're better off dead.

I sigh.

"That's it.". I argue back with his voice in my head. I grab my razor and start to slit my wrists. I don't stop. I wait until the darkness falls over me.... I can't do this anymore.


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Chris Pov

I sigh and knock on her door. Mama told me to check up on her today. Damn, I don't even know why I even did this. I heard a thud, letting me know someone's inside.

" YO, OPEN UP MERCY!". I bang on the door. There hasn't been anymore sounds of movement since the thud. I bang harder until there I accidentally banged so hard, the door gave way. I stand there to a quiet, dark home.

See, this the type of shit that happens to white people in scary movies. I ain't wit it. Ignoring my childish thoughts, I walk more inside her house.

"YO, MERCY? WHERE YA AT, MA?" I yell out, hoping there's a sign of her actually being safe in here. I walk upstairs to see a closed door.. The only door with light illuminating from the cracks in the door. I open it, and see her...

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