Born To Die (In Progress)

When You Cry Yourself To Sleep

    Time flew as I lay on the bed beside the shaking figure. Doors opened and closed beneath us and footsteps erupted from every corner of the house. She just laid there, crying softly to herself and all the dolls that lay witness to the event unfold.
    "God, after all this shit you would expect that I would be used to it. Why am I so weak!" She threw the book off the bed and rolled onto her back, her hands laying over her eyes.
    "Do I have another choice? Is this really the only life I can have." The tears had been reduced to chopped breaths and the redness of her eyes mixing with the black forming over her left. Her head turned to face the wall near the door, softly breathing to slow her heartbeat.
"I can always just make it go away, all this pain. I could make it all vanish." She tossed her legs carelessly of the bed, turning to face her bedside table, and slid the bottom drawer open. I couldn't see what she was getting, only that it was something she kept well hidden.
"I do have choices. I just have to find the right one." She rolled back onto the bed. Her hand closed tightly around a small object, as her fingers slowly parted I could see what it was now. It was a small razor, maybe a pencil sharpener. She twirled it in between her middle and pointer fingers, starring blankly at the ceiling. Laughter erupted from downstairs, startling her slightly, breaking her from the daze.
"God, are they ever quiet..." she trailed off as a screech of laughter rattled the floor. The razor slipped from her fingers, leaving a shallow cut on her pointer finger. Blood slowly welled trickling slowly down her finger into her palm.
    "Shit..." she ran her finger down the cut, then down the remainder of her palm. Blood covering her finger, "I always manage to fuck up everything." Another wave of laughter erupted from the floor below us.
    "I'm done dealing with her, I can't do it anymore." She slowly closed her eyes and turned the blood covered razor to make contact with her cold skin, the warm blood dripping down her arm.
    "Daddy, why did you leave..." a slit on her upper arm, "mommy, why do you hate me...." another slit, fresh blood rushing freely down her arm, "why do I have to be such a fuck up!" A deep slit, with shaking hands she slowly released the blood soaked razor and moved her hand to her bruising eye. As she moved the blood soaked down into her white shirt, reddening the pure color.
    "Oh.... look, it's a perfect representation of my life...." her voice hitched and fresh tears flowed freely, "how do I even have any tears left to cry...." she grasped the razor once again and moved to the opposite arm, cutting deep into her pure skin, "I hate myself! Just like everyone else!" The tears mingled with the blood flowing down her arm.
    "I've lost this fight, I lost it bad...." she rotated to razor and rested it along her bright blue vain, "I give up, game over...." she cut as deep as she could, a mass punt of blood flowing down her arm. Forgetting the pain she moved to the other arm, repeating the process, "now I can't cause anymore pain for anyone." Slowly she closed her eyes and dropped the razor to the carpet below her.

Authors Note!
    So I didn't originally want to leave it on a cliffhanger but this works so well. Thank you so much for anyone who is still reading, it is greatly appreciated! Hope your loving Born To Die!