In The End

Scissors

I pull out a bottle of beer from under my bed. And I gulp it down. It stings my eyes and my throat and I feel like I'm gonna puke, but then the feeling passes. And it's like I'm floating.

I gulp another sip. And another, and another. I gulp again and again until the bottles empty. Then I pull out another. I've maybe had 5 or 6 bottles when I run out finally.

I look into the open bathroom door. A pair of scissors rest on the counter. A crazy idea jumps into my head. I jump up, drunkenly dragging myself over to the scissors. I pick them up, and look at my arm.

I want to die, I tell myself. Why not just slits my wrists? I ponder, looking at the clean light skin. It would look nice with a drop of red, I think.

I slide the scissor blade over my skin. It brings a pain like the beer, but slowly, the red liquid dribbles from the lazily made slice.

I lay in a heap on the floor, and scream, "ITS MY FAULT LAINEY! I'm coming to be with you now..."

My vision begins to fade. I see Calum come in, and yell something to the boys. Then he sits with me, holding a cloth to my wrist.

The last thing I hear before I black out is, "it's not your fault luke. It's not."