They told me it was all going to get better. They were more than wrong. I ran out of the class in the middle of a lecture and to the bathroom. I went in and made sure no one could get in. I felt warm tears run down my face.
I didn't realize I had my backpack on until I tried to sit down on the cold, hard bathroom floor. I threw my bag across the room. My pencil bag skidded towards the door.
"Don't do it Lea" I told myself
"Don't give in"
I had to. I grabbed my pencil sharpener and took the blade out ever so gently. I made a few small cuts in my thighs and I thought that wasn't enough. I took the blade and sliced all the way down my calfs. From my knee to my ankle. I sat there. I felt the blood dripping down my leg. Feeling the coldness that makes up my insides. After about five minutes, a little freshman some how got into the bathroom and screamed Bloody Murder (which makes a lot of sense.) teachers and nurses and doctors all rushed into the room. I could feel my self being lifted up. I was going into The Light. The Light everyone speaks of. The blinding, beautiful light.
I think I finally did it. I finally killed myself. I finally succeeded at doing something other than failing. Other than being ugly. Other than being dumb.
A/N I'm so sorry this chapter is so short. I wanted suspense for the next chapter so ya!
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The Final Cut
Teen FictionLea is a sad bullied teenager. Will one final cut take her life? Of will she stay strong and keep fighting? Will she grow and get over "teenage angst?" "The Final Cut" is a coming of age teenage story. Lea battles with self harm and suicidal thought...
