I was laying there in bed...thinking...thinking of what to use, thinking of which one would be the most painful because that's what I deserved, I don't know why, but I did. After what seemed like hours of debating I looked at the clock, 5:30, my mom gets off at 6:00 so she will be here at 6:25, they'll be home soon," I thought to myself "if I'm going to do it, it has to be now."
I decided on the knife, if I could find my main artery, it would be just quick enough. I took the knife and stabbed my leg, I screamed. it was so painful, it hurt - so, so bad.
Just minutes after my fifth 'stab' my mom bursts through the door "Are yo-" she stopped. it seemed as if the whole wold had just... stop-ped. Nothing dared to make a sound except for my quiet, but desperate sobs. I looked over at the clock, 6:30. Without hesitation my mom picked up the phone and dialed 9-1-1. "Hello?! My daughter she,she" she could barely stomach the words...
"She what?" The voice said over the phone
"She tried to comitt suicide!"
"We'll be right there!" the voice said then they quickly hung up.
"Why?!, What were you thinking?!" my mom shouted angrily in between sobs.
I didn't know what to say, I wanted to say something but I just couldn't, all I could do at this point was mouth 'I'm so sorry. I'm sorry' over and over again. after that my mom's expression and the tone in her voice quickly changed from angry and stern to one of love and concern. She practically fell I the floor, holding me, crying, after a few seconds she took me to the bathroom and washed away the blood
