Trigger warning!!!!
I watched as the blood trickled down my arm
Mesmerized by it, I let it drip onto the floor.
I looked into the mirror and gazed at the scars that littered my body.
There were so many - too many -I couldn't even count them. I looked to my arm again, more to add to the collection I suppose.
Knock knock
I came back to reality and looked at the floor just to see the start of a small puddle of my own blood.
I hurriedly tried to clean it.
Knock knock knock.
"Isabel, what's taking so long?"
"Hold on" I replied, "I'm almost done."
Satisfied that I cleaned all the blood off of the floor, and my body, I threw the trash away and opened the door.
My sister stood in front of the door way, looking annoyed and said "Finally, you take forever." She pushed her way into the bathroom and shut the door.
I went to my room and layed on the bed.
I looking at the ceiling. I thought of all the things in my life, like my loneliness, the fact the I have no friends and the way my family treats me.
I continued to lay there. I tried to think of one thing that could make me smile, one that could make me laugh, one thing that could make me feel something.
I couldn't.
I couldn't think of anything.
I continued to think until I was no longer able to keep my eyes from closing. Not able to resist the darkness that welcomed me into it's embrace.
