7:15 am
You stare at the clock and fight back the tears. It's Friday you should be happy but you are falling apart. The fresh cuts burn but you are used to that pain. You grab the hoodie that you wore yesterday day because the other ones are stained with the blood from when you couldn't take the pain. You put on some makeup and think it's time to pray. Pray that you can take the pain for just one more day. Pray that you won't cut. Pray that everything will be okay.
9:25 am
It's not even 12 and the day has already turned to shit. You sit in class with your eyes closed fighting back the tears. But it doesn't help when the teacher is yelling at you telling you to open your eyes this is not nap time. You have finally had enough this is the last time. You get up say fuck you flip her off and walk out.
10:45 am
You are now walking the streets. You end up at the park watching the little kids thinking why can't I be that happy. It's starting to get hot it is the middle of May. A guys walks past and asked why you are in a hoodie you say I'm cold and get up and walk away.
12:36 pm
You finally get the courage to send that text to your best friend you tell her how much she means to you and how sorry you are and you tell her that you love her and you say goodbye.
12:59 pm
You get home and you are alone. Your siblings are still at school your mom and dad are still at work you have the house to your self for another two hours. The first thing you do is take off the hoodie. You walk up to your room and find the hidden razor. You make your way to the bathroom and take the cover off of your cuts and slide the razor against your skin and cut deeper than before you watch as the blood starts running down your arm. 1, 2, 3, 4, 5..... The cuts are deep and long you are losing blood fast. You look down at the cuts and then you drag the razor down both of your arms....6.....7.....You look in the mirror and you at starting to go pale. You start to feel weak. You slide down the bathroom door and sit.
3:00 pm
Your family gets home your little brother comes running up the stairs to the bathroom door and starts banging. You can hear it but you can't move. Mom! You hear him yell she's doing it again. The next thing you know your mom is pounding on the door saying please oh god no open the door. She puts her forehead on the door and looks down. Blood. There is blood seeping into the carpet barely noticeable. You hear a soft scream and the sobs of your mother.
3:30 pm
The paramedics arrive the try to open the door but realize you are in front of it. They get the door open and check for a pulse. It's weak but there. It's there. You try to open your eye to see the damage you did to yourself but you can't. Whatever fight you have left you better use it kid the paramedic sitting next to you says in your ear. That's the thing I have nothing left.
