I wonder what people would think if I died right here, with a tear stained face and blood rushing out of my wounded wrist, will their image of me being a very happy, sweet, smart and problem-free 14 year old girl be shattered into a million pieces because of what I have just done? I wonder what I will find in the "other side". Does this "other side" even exist?
Many people are terrified of death to the point they can't even talk or even think about it. I on the other hand think about death every second of the day, I don't fear death. I had been wishing for death to take over me and that wish is about to come true.
I look down to the blood rushing out of my wrists and smile. I'm finally going to be happy, the pain is finally going to be over, but then I think about my siblings, how would they take my death? What if my death affects them to the point they end up like me?
Those thoughts make me stand up and try to stop the bleeding. I can't stop it fast enough, by this point I'm starting to feel very weak and for the first time in years I'm actually afraid of dying.
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LOST [Fear Series 1]
Non-Fiction[WARNING: The book series Fear will contain violence, drug and alcohol use, sexual activity, self harm amongst other things that can be considered offensive and/or triggering, read at your own risk]
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