I held the knife against my wrist.
The blade ready to pierce my smooth, perfect skin.
My hands shook and my heart pounded.
Come on,
I told myself,
Just press down.
I closed my eyes, gripping my hand tighter around the wooden handle.
Then I broke down.
Tears streamed down my cheeks and I dropped the knife onto the cold, tiled bathroom floor, a clattering sound filled my ears.
Loud, choking sobs escaped from my mouth as I cried for the first time in weeks.
I didn't care if my dad heard me.
I didn't care if he questioned me later.
All I could think about was the pain in my heart as I cried out for it to stop.
Make it stop.
I scratched at my chest, crying harder when I realized my nails were too short, fingers too stumpy to tear my skin.
Make it stop!
All I could do was scrabble desperately.
MAKE IT STOP!
But it wouldn't stop.
It had just started.
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Falling for you
RomanceMolly is suffering from high school syndrome. She has no friends and wanders the halls, blending in as much as she can. Until, that is, HE shows up. Molly suddenly finds herself falling for him. But does he share her feelings? CONTAINS TRIGGERING CO...
