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The cuts slowly intensified as she did it everyday. She used to do it only a few times per week but now, she couldn't stop herself.
She covered them up by wearing long sleeves every time whenever she went out or was in the house with her mother.
The cutting did make her feel better in her way but she still felt those negative feelings burning in heart.
She couldn't erase them from her heart. She still felt the loneliness, rage and sadness accompanying her, mocking her and laughing at her.
She knew they would not stop themselves and the only to stop it is her stopping them.
But she couldn't. She had became a slave to this emotions and she bowed at each of their feet.
She unknowingly developed thoughts of suicide each day as she saw her drunk father abusing her mom.
As she saw others smiling and enjoying themselves as she was left alone to rot in her own misery.
And as she saw the world turning their backs against her.
It was frightening for Megan that it was even possible for her to think about death but she felt it was the only solution.
And so on the night of a Tuesday morning, she grabbed a bottle of pills from the cupboard in the kitchen.
She unscrewed the cap and poured it's contents on her palm. Most of the pills felt onto the ground but those that managed to land on her palm was sorely enough to end it here.
She tossed the bottle onto the counter before taking a deep breath and swallowing those pills in one big gulp.
Megan felt it working.
And for the first time in ages, she knew she was doing something right.
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लघु कहानीSometimes physical scars bring you more pain than mental scars. And that was Megan's autobiography.
