Erica Black~Never Enough (1)

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with that taken care of, i sign the bottom of the page with my, Erica Black, before sliding open Uncle Reggie's secret compartment and slipping my pale, bony hand through the small gap and bringing back out with it, a small metal object. the cold sharp metal runs across my skin. spelling out red words on white canvas. words that hurt more than bruises. words like:

useless
hopeless
anorexic
freak
skeleton
shadow
unwanted
unneeded
unloved

now decorated my body, droplets of red, warm blood running down my porcelain skin.

i take the pills, counting as i go,

1

2

3

4

5

6

7

8

9

10

then i lay down on the ground, holding the folded piece of parchment in my hands and waiting patiently. the rhythmic thumping of the party music through the floor boards. it all goes black. it all goes silent. Erica Black was finally at peace. for now...