I walk out of the house with tears in my eyes. My own mother died. She was hell to me but she gave birth to me. Even though my life was hell with her around; she's my mother. It's all my fault.
I walked toward my house. There is some police tape but I still walk to the backyard with my phone case. I feel my mind go back to Luke. His arms wrapped around me like he cared. I couldn't kill him too. He was the only thing keeping me here now.
I sat on the old wooden steps in the back porch. As I took my phone out I saw that Luke had already texted me 23 times. Not knowing, or caring, how he got my number I took off my case and grabbed the one thing that loved me. My blade.
I took it and traced a previous cut. It stung but being used to the pain it didn't bother me much. My blood dropped onto my shirt. His shirt. I took the shirt off and looked at my stomach. I was fat. Who would want an over weight, pathetic, idiot. I had never cut my stomach before but I wasn't really thinking. I pushed the blade on my stomach but didn't really feel anything.
My phone rang but I ignored it. My hands shook a bit. I started to see dots and I knew I wasn't going to stay awake for much longer. I still cut though. My thighs, my wrists, and now my stomach. I threw the blade across the yard mad at myself.
I heard someone yell but felt myself slowly fade in and out. My mind started to panic.
"Help," my voice came out as a whisper.
"Marco!" I heard the voice say. Luke suddenly appeared in the corner of my eye. Fear went through me. What have I done?
"Help," I whispered again. Before I knew it he was by my side and I was out like a light.
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Unforgivable
RandomI looked down at the edge and felt all the air around me move. I tilted my head back and closed my eyes. "Marco, don't do this!" he paused. I brought my head up a bit, "please don't," he finished as I looked at him deciding. He had tears in his eyes...
