Amnesia • hemmings

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I walk into the bathroom, crying again. My arms hurt, and my hands are shaking. I slowly close the bathroom door and lock it. I reach into my pocket and take out the blades I had taken out from a dresser in my room before coming in here. I was moving too fast, so I just grabbed a handful and shoved them into my pocket.

I drop the blades on the counter, and slip off the many bracelets I wear every day, sliding the sleeves of my sweater up my arms. I set them down on the counter, and pick up one of the blades.

Still shaking and crying, I bring the blade to my wrist, where other scars and scabs are from past experiences. I make a small cut on my wrist and wince in pain, taking my bottom lip between my teeth. I begin to make another cut, when I start to taste blood in my mouth from biting my lip so hard. I let go of my lip, and wipe the cut with my hand quickly before moving my attention back to my wrist. I make two more cuts, then I rinse the blood off my arm. It burns, I have to bite my other hand to stop from letting out a yell.

Then I hear my phone buzz.

'No one likes you.' the text read.

'Um, I think you have the wrong number.' I replied.

'Everyone hates you, Luke.' the person replied quickly.

'Excuse me?' I asked, getting worried.

'Just kill yourself already.'

'Who are you?'

'I know you cut. and attempted suicide.'

'Answer my question.'

'Your own mother hates you.'

'How do you know that?'

'Just die!'

I burst into tears again. I was now sitting on the floor, staring at my phone as the person told me to die over and over again. I don't even know who it is, or how they got my number. I grab one of the blades an make multiple cuts on both of my wrists, yelling in pain every few seconds. I'm sobbing on the floor, and the texts keep coming. I think of calling the person, but they wouldn't answer. It would give away who it is.

Then I think that the person may be right. I should just die. No one cares. No one ever did. My dad left, my sister moved out, it's just me and my mum, and she hates me.

I deserve to die.