After finishing the mess of a house my mother told me to do I I went to my bedroom and locked the door. I look around feeling the creeping depression take my thoughts over.
I am so full of hate and pain that it makes me feel pathetic. I wanna scream. Why me? What did I do to deserve any of this?!.. the pain is to much as I feel tears pool up in my eyes but I can't seem to cry no matter how hard I try..
I look at my nightstand and open the drawer . I take a deep breath and take my blade out of the drawer and sit on the floor with my back to the side of my bed. I just sit here thinking why. I know why because I am tired of feeling this.. I breath in a shaky breath as I drag the blade across my wrist painfully but not deep enough to kill.. They don't deserve the pleasure of my death... I finally feel the tears roll down my face as I continue to cut my skin as if it was paper. I let my mind become blank as I let myself become numb to the pain. For once I welcome this numbness because it's the only thing saving me from insanity... maybe someday someone will be the replacement for this blade and it won't take so much pain to feel okay...
No what am I thinking.. There will never be someone cause I can't let anyone into my hectic ill minded life.. I would never allow someone to see me so weak because all people do is hurt you even when they promise that they wont.. I can't trust anyone.. Not even myself....
-Sorry for the late update guys been rather busy and life just being life. Happy summer!-
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Haunted Minds
Ficção AdolescenteKatara is 17 years old. Her life has always been hectic to say the least but now something is after her. And he won't stop till he has her. She believes she just some ordinary girl but the truth is she is far from it. Can she survive this even with...
