The pain of losing my bestmates is unbearable.
It was like all my remaining happiness & energy dissipated.
Lost...and never to come back.
My parents Thought that by moving here maybe, maybe they could fix our family.
But I knew better than that...I knew, we were already broken a long time ago.
My family isn't pleased of my existence.
It hurt. It really hurt.
In all thise years of torture, those times when they brought me down and made me feel like shit, my friend were my pillars.
They made me laugh and smile.
They made me forget my sadness and problems.
They filled the emptiness inside me.
They made my eyes sparkle with joy.
They made me feel alive.
And most of all they gave me happiness.
And someone brutally took them away.
And it hurts like shit.
I feel so empty.
I feel void and nothing.
So I cried and thought of a way to lessen the pain.... and one thing entered my mind.
Blade.
That's it. And I dashed out of my room.
