I run into the bathroom and lock the door tears streaming down my face. 'You really think they love you? You really think they'd miss you if you killed yourself? He left you because he couldn't stand to look at your ugly fucked up face anymore! You should do everyone a favor and kill yourself!' "Get the fuck out of my head!" I yelled punching my mirror. I grabbed my hair and pulled before falling to my knees. "Why do they hate me!?" I sobbed as hushed whispers consumed my thought, taunting me, and finally I gave in. "This, this is what you want." I whispered to myself grabbing my fathers exacto knife that I had taken months ago, and a bottle of pain killers that I'd been prescribed when they had broken my arm. I turned on the hot water and sat in the boiling bath. I ran the sharp blade across my arms, pushing harder than normal until I got light headed, then downed the bottle of pills and slid down so that my head was under water.
*A few minutes later*
"Hello Miss, Miss can you hear me? Just hold on a little longer were almost to the hospital." The Paramedic said
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The Bands That Saved Me
Teen FictionThis story is about a girl who wants to let go of the life that she was given by mistake, until she falls in love with the music that says what she will never say.
