I walked into the bathroom slowly.
My subconscious told me it was a bad idea, but I didn't care. I needed the heavy feeling gone. Not just temporarily, permanently.
The clean white cabinets mocked me, they were something I would never be. Perfect.
I reached behind the toothpaste containers and grabbed the one thing that brought me peace, my blade.
Bringing it to my wrist, I took a deep breath.
This was what I had always wanted. To finally be free. I just had to be brave and deal with the pain for a little and then everything would be better. I wouldn't have to deal with parents or school or Peter ever again.
Before I could change my mind I felt the familiar and comforting pain of my skin being cut. I made sure to cut deep, this time I had to make sure I didn't wake up.
Blood began running down my arm and I welcomed it. This was it. I was ready.
Dizziness began to cloud my mind as I counted down from 10.
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9
8
Alex's warm eyes clouded my thoughts.
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I would miss him the most.
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But this was the right choice.
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1
0
I was dying, and that was okay.
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notes (COMPLETED)
Teen Fiction"You're just a girl, not even a pretty one. You were just something to fill my spare time, nothing more. And these? Well they're just notes."
