"Goodnight mommy, I love you."
"Goodnight honey, I love you too."
She walks to her messy room and shuts
the door. She begins to make the bed,
her head already spinning from all the voices. She sits down and looks at her wrist remembering every scar, every tear shed, every sleepless night, she starts to cry. One tear falls on her arm magnifying the freshly sliced skin over the old. Questioning her existence she reaches for the blade. Her vision starts to fade. One cut for her mom. Two cuts for her dad. Three cuts for her baby sister. Four cuts for the boy who led her on. Five cuts for the locked door. She feels drunk now, dizzy and free. Six for the blood. Seven for the tears. Eight for her best friend who is probably doing the same. She beings to loose count "was that 19 or 20?". She smiles as her legs and wrist swell. She sighs in relief but one was too deep. She's bleeding a lot now, she doesn't seem to care. Realizing these were her final moments she struggles for a pen and paper and on it she writes in bold letters " BECAUSE, I LOVE YOU."
She isn't crying anymore, she feels bad for leaving such a mess. Her twisted thoughts have become reality and she has never been more at peace. Smiling as her eyes grow heavy and her head rolls back, "goodnight".
