To Be Honest

Short Story #1

She's writing her last goodbyes on a piece of crumbly paper. Her last thoughts are in a rage in her head. She thinks one last time "Will I ever be good enough". She cries her last few tears. She picks up her phone one last time, fumbles through her texts for a sign that this isn't right. Theres no sign, which means it's time. She walks through the hallways of her house one last time to the kitchen and picks up the sharpest knife there is. She returns back to her room and sits down. She looks into the mirror and says "You'll never be good enough. No one will ever like you. You bother everybody. You'll be better off dead." She picks up the knife. One cut.. two cuts ... three cuts ... four cuts... she hits a vessel. As she bleeds out slowly through her wrist, she looks up and asks "Are you happy now?"