Deep, black and scary. I can't get a grip on anything. All I can do is listen.
The front door, I can hear it open. 'Oh no, they will find me before its too late. I hope I don't make a huge mess.' "Sis, are you home?" Connor yells. I can't reply. 'Yeah, I'm home. Just don't look in the bathroom.'
Footsteps. With Connor he takes 17 steps to the bathroom. I start counting. '10... Oh no. 11... STOP LEAVE! 12....13....14.....15....16....17.' He opens the door and it hits my limp foot.
"Oh my god... No! HELP! SOMEBODY HELP!" He cries out and gets down next to me. It gets cold, and I start fading in and out of consciousness. "Who did this to you?" He cries and lays his head on my chest. "She's still alive." He grabs his phone and calls 911
"Yes, she has marks on her throat, arms and stomach. I don't know. She can't move but she has a heart beat. Alright." He stops And kneels beside me. "Sis, why did you do this?"
'Huh, that is a good question. Might as well tell you before I go without answers.' I think still a bit conscious. He looks me in the eye before I pass out.
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Ficção AdolescenteThis will be a story about a girl. She's depressed and suicidal. One day everything goes down and that's all. Read the book to find out what happens. Trigger warnings. Cutting, actual suicide and lots of swearing. Enjoy this story I guess