Hold On My Love

Chapter 1

Annabelle POV-

Slice after slice. Drip after drip. The metallic smell that I have grown so used to that I don't even notice it anymore. Cold thin metal blade against my pale white warmish skin. My one and only bit of happiness, My release: cutting.

People think that if you cut you are looking for attention. When in reality like most of us, I do it to get rid of all the pain and suffering from what people call life but I call Hell. I just want to leave it and never come back.

I rinse off all the blood on my arm and wrist, not noticing the stinging anymore. Wrapping up my cuts and cleaning the rest of the blood on the blade, counter, sink, and floor up. I walk out of the bathroom and back to my room to change out of my clothes into sweats. Walking over to my desk afterward, I open my laptop and go on to twitter. After scrolling through all the bull shit and lies people put on there I log out and shutdown. I walk over to my bed and sprawl out. Just laying there thinking about how many people have lied to me saying that "life is going to get better" or "that everything is ok and will go away" or my personal favorite "everything happens for a reason". Yea well the reason for everything that has happened to me is to prove that I don't belong among the living and that I'm better of dead. There is nothing for me here so why should i be?  Looking at the time I decided to go take a walk.

I walk to my favorite spot in town, the cliff looking over the river. Just sitting there thinking about everything like how everything I do is a disappointment and can't do anything right. Than I realized that the world and everyone in it would be better off without me.

So I stand up, walk to the edge of the cliff. Just as I was about to jump something, or should I say someone pulls me back...