pretend ;; pjm

;nine;

"stab yourself."

"kill yourself."

"stab yourself."

"CAN YOU SHUT UP?!?"

she screamed at the thin air surrounding her, realizing there was no one. she was cross at herself. there was no way stopping the voices. unless, she did that. she was so tired of losing sleep at night, so tired of battling with herself, so tired of pretending. she was so tired of everything.

she got off her bed, standing up. shivering as her feet hit the cold floor. she then started walking, going down the stairs, and to the kitchen.

there she saw; a blade that could actually change everything. her eyes shined. she held the knife, tracing her fingers to the sharp edge of the blade, making her finger bleed, but she didn't notice. she was too entranced with the way it shined under the moonlight. she placed the edge on her stomach, and pushed the blade inside her.

at that point, she was hurt, but she smiled, like she always does.

although, her eyes tell otherwise.