My heart is pounding, i-i don't want to be here anymore. I hold a knife in my hand tightly, my hand goes red, but i can't feel the pain. Tears once again, roll down my face uncontrollably. This is what i have to do, this is what i have to do for myself to be happy. There's no other way. My bedroom feels like it's closing in, my head spinning.
Tears still strolling down my face, i tighten my grip on the knife. I look down at my stomach, this is it. I slash at my skin once. Blood only appears at first, but then it gushes out. I fall on my bed, bouncing a little. The pain fades away, everything goes blurry, i guess from the tears filling my eyes. My carpet, which was once light grey is turned into a crimson red very quickly. There is barely any light, i closed my blinds and then curtains before.
I hear footsteps walking upstairs, i guess it's my sister, she's back early. The door to my bedroom creaks open, a gasp, it isn't my sister. "Zander!!" They run towards me, puts their hand under my head, reaches for a phone and calls an ambulance.
Jackson.
