The phone picks up on the second ring.
"Please help," I say hollowly, staring at the slashes and scars on my wrists.
The knife on the floor, blood dripping from the blade, gleams in the silvery moonlight.
I needed someone - anyone - to talk to.
I needed a reason to live.
YOU ARE READING
Hold On
KurzgeschichtenThe story of a girl falling deep inside the horrors of her reality, and how she escapes it. ||Cover by @Forever-Fabgurl||
