Her hand shakes violently. Her nerves were shot, and she can't control what happens next. Her voice is shakey and horse, shes been screaming alot.
So much pain... It turned her numb.
The sounds are her footsteps and her esaperated breathing.
She falls...
Scrappeing her knees. She shakes uncontrolably, her breathing hiches and quickens then she lets all of her pain, anger, and sorrow outbin a blood curtling scream, fresh hot tears falling from her eyes. They burned and tasted like salt.
Its been so long....
Sence when does she cry like this?
When did she lose control?
When did she become cold?
Why did she start hating life? Why did she want to end it? right there, all alone.
When did she lose the love in her life?
When will she stop cutting?
Has she even tried?
She became limp. She blinked away her tears, and placed the tool of her addiction infront of her on the cold white tiled floor.
Why did she push everyone away?
Why did she hate herself so damn much?
The questions soon doubbled then trippled as the tiled floor was stained crimson. All those questions had one simple answer to them...
Its because she LET it happen.
YOU ARE READING
Within the deep
Short StoryWhen you have nothing and feel nothing you will do anything just to feel anything again even though it may kill you
