Its gonna be ok. Everything is ok it's alright just breath. I sat with my phone in my hands. How could she do this to me. My best friend. No don't think just breath. You have to put the phone down don't think. Don't feel don't let yourself care don't you dare cry. I sit the room growing darker by the hour with my head in my hands. Harden don't feel don't feel. I rock back and forth I look at the knife on the stand and a surge rushes through me the need to see blood run great. No don't do it. What did the counselor say if you feel like cutting write on yourself with red marker or pen it'll give the same release. I fumble and get my pen and write all over my arm I start to feel better. Ok kit just breath it's all gonna be ok just breath. I grab my tablet and begin to write desperately. Willing the pain of betrayal away.
Help (A true short story)
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Stay determined. If you ever need help...just ask I'm here and remember. We all break sometimes. Its ok to cry just don't forget how to smile. Love you all. I may be gone for a few days. If not I'll be around.
