Lachlan's POV
I sit on the floor, my door is shut and I have managed to break a sharpener, I hold the blade in my hand and have a smile on my face. I grab a piece of paper and my pen.
Suicide note:
Rope around my neck I've choked myself to death What I'd do for one more breathe, To go back to when I was a kid Relive my first love, To feel the love of my mother, and see a hero in my father.. Be in awe of the stars as my eyes glitter with wonder, The voices in my head are quiet now, But my heart no longer beats. I long for a feast, A gathering of those I called friends, No longer can my broken heart be mend, Be mend by kind words, sympathy and borrowing of the shoes in which I walk, No longer will I borrow an ear For I've let out my final breathe. I want to feel the excitement of coming first, But the fear of coming last has left me dangling my feet. Don't cry for me, Remember the good feels I gave you Ignore my selfish action to take your friend, your brother Your son.. To ye who languishes in sorrow, Don't be disheartened for you shall join me in the morrow....
I fold the paper up and smile as I put it next to me. I press the blade to my wrist and dig in, the pleasure I felt was unexplainable and made me press harder. Parting my skin with the blade as blood ran down my arm. Cut after cut, going deeper and deeper, the blood flowing at and alarming rate, I lay down as a tear falls and I smile at what I've done. My eyes drift shut as I hear my bedroom door open, and someone screams my name as it all goes black and I'm gone.
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FantasyTHE FIRST BOOK WAS MISSING PARTS. And just for pre warning, there is a lot of swearing and offensive language in this story, as well as a few inappropriate scenes and self harm moments. And there will be moments of possible highly sexual content an...
