The String, A Story Of Soulmates

Lucy's POV (pt. 2)

I sat on my couch, with my head in my hands. I sulked, letting hot tears run down my face. A knife sat on the table in front of me. Blood dripped from my wrists, onto the cold, synthetic wood. I felt stinging pains go up and down my arm. I started to sob violently.

I had no idea why I felt so much pain, so much hurt. Then I realized. Amanda was basically my best friend. She yelled at me, she was mad at me. She would most likely never forgive me. I breathed shaky breaths, as I tried to calm down. My attempts failed.

I knew I would never feel the same. I wasn't worth trying to be calmed down. My face felt hot with anger, and sadness. Amanda wouldn't care. She didn't care, right?

I walked to my room, with my hands in fists, carrying the knife. I sat down on my bed. I held the knife shakily. I set it to the side and took out paper and a pencil. I scribbled down.

'I don't think I should stay here. I'm mad at myself. So is Amanda. So is Lukas. I'm sorry. I can't stay in a world where I've done so much wrong, where I've had so many mistakes, to a point where I can't think. I will always love all of you. I have many regrets, and I can't solve them, so I'll just end the problem.

With lots of love, Lucy.'

I felt tears pour out of my eyes. I gasped for air. I walked back over to the bed slowly. I rose the knife to my chest, right where my heart was. My heart was already broken, why not break it even more. I took big breaths as I got the courage to do it.

I shoved the knife into my chest. I felt a shock of pain flow through my body. I fell to the floor. I took one final exhale as my eyes rolled back into my head. Pitch black, nothingness. It was all gone.