*trigger warning*
As I held the knife in my hand I realized what I had done was irreversible. No going back. Nothing can stop it. I had killed myself. I had threatened to do it before. I had held the knife in my hand. But never attempted it. My eyes slowly drifted shut the last thing I saw was the deep cut I had made in my left arm with a pocket knife I had got for my birthday. I could hear my parents come into the bathroom and I imagined the expressions on their faces when they saw me fully clothed in a bathtub the water running, blood rushing out of both my arms. I could hear the screaming things like "Why Tasha?" And "What have you done?" I so badly wanted to say "you tell me to do what makes me happy this is what I want" but my lips did not move.
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Another really depressing chapter. It's easy to write things like there cause I'm depressed lol. I wrote this in like 4th grade so sorry it's sucks. I keep updating in the wrong order cause I don't know how to move the chapters around. Like I will start to write one story the a different one and finish that first even though I started it later so yea. Please vote and comment a better name for this hole book cause "Tales" is not very good. Love you all! <3
Ps Tasha is not my name.
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Tales For The Broken
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