The shrieks of the night echoed through the hospital as the withdrawal symptoms started to come back. I hated myself. I hated myself for ever taking the drug from James's hand and I hated myself for injecting myself with it. I wiped my sweating hands on my hospital gown and tears started running down my face. My body was shaking and I didn't want to be here any more. My mind seemed to want me dead more than my body did. Suicidal thoughts raced through my head as my body vomited up the last remaining sanity I had left. I looked at my sheets now covered in whatever the nurses had force fed me. I rolled onto my side and I saw it. Sitting innocently on the table beside me. I had no idea why they would be there but I saw my chance and took it. I grabbed the scissors up and plunged them into my wrist.
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Roman pour AdolescentsShe was angry, she had been ever since she found the syringe at the back of my bookshelf.
