The blade slid across my wrist so easily like a piece of paper blowing in the wind. I look down at my once white silky smooth skin turn into a canvas of dark red blood dripping to the floor. I started to feel weary. The room around me started spinning and the room became dark. All I could remember was my mother screaming my name slapping my face. Trying to bring me back to consciousness.
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Broken Little Doll
General FictionThe blade slid across my wrist so easily like a piece of paper blowing in the wind. I look down at my once white silky smooth skin turn into a canvas of dark red blood dripping to the floor. I started to feel weary. The room around me started spinni...
