The sharp nails felt so painful, yet so amazing.
The clock read 3:40 P.M, and I knew that they will come in 20 minutes. I better get this finished or else I'll be screwed. I could see my skin becoming red from the sharp piercing of the nails. "AH," I cried out. I could hear it. FINALLY! The sound of pain. At this point, blood should start dripping anytime soon.
[3:48 P.M.]
Blood started flowing down my wrist from the force of my nails. Turns out I am strong after all. Now I feel bad for the people who I had always scratched and punched.
[3:54 P.M.]
Crap! They shouldn't see me like this. I better go to the bathroom to clean up the mess. The bathroom walls felt as if it were closing around me. "OW!" "AH!" The water felt like a smooth knife digging into my skin. After a few seconds, I turned off the water and opened the mirror. I took out the first aid kit and rubbing alcohol. While I was rubbing it onto my skin, I was thinking about how life would be without me. I'm pretty sure there would be fewer problems than there are already.
Ding!
They came. I immediately threw the alcohol away in the small trashcan next to the toilet. I put on a bandage and put the *DING!* kit away. I ran out of the bathroom as fast as I could. They hate it when I don't *DING!* open the door immediately.
I arrived in front of the door and immediately swung it open. There, standing in front of me, were not my parents.
Staring down at me, were two tall figures. Immediately I suspected the worst.
But I never expected that what they would tell me, would change my life forever.
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The Quintilan
RomanceHi, I got no description right now because Idk where i'm gunna go with this. But you can still read it if you want. BYA!
