Broken mind (Under heavy editing!)

chapter 1 ( the end of it )

Authors note: I apologize in advance for any spelling or grammar mistakes.

I couldn't take it anymore. 

It was too much. 

It has to end. 

I was running down the street as far as possible from that place, the place that I hate. They didn't help me. All they did was telling me it was going to be okay.

But it's not okay. I'm still broken. I still have those thoughts, and it's killing me from the inside. It's now worse than ever. I was still running. My longs were burning in my chest, but I like the pain.

You just have to look at my wrist, stomach, and legs. There you can see all the scars they left me. I was always the helper for everyone. I helped some broken people, but you know what they say.

"Be careful when trying to fix a broken person. You may cut yourself on their shattered pieces." They were right, and if you are the helper, you don't get help.

I came to a stop when I was at the old building. I always come when I want to be alone or when I feel sad. I climb through the broken window and run upstairs. When I came to the roof, I fell to the ground balling my eyes out. I can't take it anymore, please, this pain has to end, someone please help me. I got up t walk to the edge of the roof. I sit down, watching the cars passing by.

I can do this, just one step or a cut or a rope, that's all. No one can stop me ore no one will miss me. I took the razor from my pocket and held it in my hand. It felt too familiar holding it in my hand. It gave me peace inside. I stood up and walked away from the edge. I walk downstairs and into the streets.

I look around and saw people laughing and being together. Loved ones are holding hands or kissing. Even when it's dark outside, I could still see them. I walk home and open the front door. I know nobody is home yet they can be any minute, so I have time to do this. I walk to my room, leaving the door open.

I sit on the ground and pull up my sleeves. You could see the old scars and the new scars on my wrist. It started with one, but when you do the first cut, you can't stop. You want more because you can focus on the pain of it than the pain in your head.

And nobody cares unless your beautiful ore ... dead.

There is this ware in my head, and I'm losing it. I'm not going to say goodbye to my family, and I don't have friends. I had friends a long time ago, but they left, and I began to push people away, so this is all my fault nobody can help me now.

I can't be fixed.

I grab my razor and took it to my wrist tears run down my cheek when I made the first cut. I went deeper than I ever went making more blood come out. I move a little higher and make another cut. More blood came out, making me feel light head it. I slowly let my eyes close and let the darkness come over where I belong.

I hear a car door slam and someone walking into the house. I could hear my family talking. I hear someone walking upstairs, walking to my room.

"LENA!!" I hear my brother yell. I hear him running into my room, picking me up in his arms.

"No, no, no, please don't die." He said while stroking my hair.

"MOM, DAD, HELP." He yelled. I could hear them running upstairs and into my room, but I was too weak to answer. I hear my mother gasp as she came in.

"What did she do!" she yelled as she sits next to me. I could hear my dad yelling while calling for an ambulance, but it was too late. I'm already gone. They can't help me anymore.

And even if they save me, I already have a broken mind.

Author's Note: Hey guys, new story. Yes, this will be a love story, with sad parts, happy parts, love, and stuff, so here it is. this story is also special to me because two friends of mine had some problems and they cut, but know it's all the better because I help them and they help each other, so thanks for reading bye