Hey first of all this is the first story i have written in awhile so sorry if it's not that good and plz tell me what you think and plz give me some ideas of what to do next other than that plz enjoy the rusty story thx :D
You go to bed at night close your eyes and try to sleep but when you close your eyes all you see is scars and red liquid dripping off of everything you finally get to the bathroom and you keep walking although it seems like a long hallway when you reach the bathtub where the blood stops you look in and all you see is red liquid and dead bodies everywhere.
In your dream you close eyes and when you open them your standing in a ocean filled with red liquid you look around and suddenly you see your sisters and your brother bodies you see the scars and the cuts then you wake up.
When you wake up you look at your own wrist and feel your neck you don't have any scars or so you think they may not be visible but if you look inside of you there are scars and fresh cuts with the red liquid coming out of them.
You have been scarred on the inside but you choose to hide your feelings and put on a smile. you made everybody think you where where fine and was enjoying your life you hide the pain so well even you started to believe the lie but when you got up and went to the kitchen you called for your mom and dad they weren't there you read note saying they would be back soon you looked on the counter and saw a knife you started to think about cutting over and over again to make scars of your own but you choose not to.
One day it just got to hard for you to handle and you go to the kitchen get a knife and go to the bathroom you but it on your wrist but then for some reason you stop and set the knife down and start to walk away you want to turn back and make scars of your own to get rid of the suffering and the pain but when you try to turn around you can't it's like something is there stopping you from going back.
You run to your room and start to cry but your mom get's home and you hide everything away again. She comes in your room and tells you that your older sister cut again and that you other older sister is in the hospital and could die not only that but your older brother cut again as well and when you ask him about it he lies to you to protect you from getting hurt again but you know the truth.
You lie down and try to go to sleep but all you see is a long dark hallway you go down the hallway and the end is a door you try to open but it's locked you finally get it open and when walk in you see her in the floor with a knife in her hand and a slit across her throat beside her on her desk is a note and a video camera once again you blame yourself then you wake up and realize it was a dream but it seemed so real.
You get up and have a good day until you see your brothers fist you ask him what happened and he says he got mad and punched a wall you ask why? and who he got made at? he doesn't answer but walks away.
You get home and as you walk passed you brother's room you hear him talking to your sister's saying the only reason he punched a wall was because he needed to get ride of the pain and he didn't have anything sharp.
You run into your room blaming yourself after awhile of being in the corner of a dark room all by yourself you feel better and your brother and sisters come in and talk to you about it and you think to yourself my ending has not yet been written and i have a lot of years ahead of me.
