I wake the next morning, to see the sun filtering through my window and to feel my head pounding with the intensity of a crashing ocean wave. I uncovered my body and looked down to remember the events that had taken place last night. There was a mix of fresh and dried blood covering my thighs, and blood stains covering my white sheets. I slowly got out of bed as I grabbed my bottle of vodka from beneath the bed and chugged an inch out of it. I put it away and began to strip the sheets off of my bed, and with every step I took, a deep pain shot through my thighs. I carried my sheets to the washing machine and added a cup of bleach before I started the machine that would wash away my pain and mistakes from the middle of the night. I rushed back to my room as I winced in pain, and shut the door quietly but quickly behind me. I stripped out of my clothes from the night before and walked into the bathroom that was built into my bedroom. I turned on the shower head and stepped in as I felt the steaming water start to relax my muscles but set my thighs on fire. I let a few tears escape my eyes before I shampooed my hair and washed up. I pressed my forehead against the wall of the shower and let the water rush down over me as I balled up my fist and regretted every decision I had ever made. I eventually turned off the water and stepped out to wrap a towel around myself. I went to my closet and grabbed a random shirt and pair of pants. I slowly pulled on my clothes, being careful to avoid the sensitive parts of my thighs. I brushed out my hair, and chugged some more of my vodka before grabbing my backpack and walking downstairs, to being my walk to an eternal hell..
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Heartlessly Insane
Teen FictionA girl named Emily gets placed into a mental institution due to her addiction to self harming and her strange dreams of a boy. She felt all alone until one day, he showed up.
