When he gets home from school he feels something inside of him take over as soon as he walks through his front door, he gets the urge to cut, the thoughts get bad, he doesn't understand why, then he began to notice something the shadow always hiding but at times like these it comes out and plays, it taunts him, telling him to get a blade, telling him to put that pen to the paper and write good bye, he goes to his room and shuts his door, he pulls out the blade, then he puts it deep into his skin, the blood slides down his arm as it drips on the floor, he just sits there staring taking in the pain, the shadow is now face to face with him whispering in his ear telling him to slit his wrist, he brings it close to the veins in his wrist he begins to count from three to zero, then the blade slides across it gently, the blood is pulsing, throbbing, rushing down his arm, as he still sits there he is now numb and slowly dying, then he puts the blade away, wraps up his wrist like nothing never happened he lays down in his bed, hoping he won't wake up in the morning, he says to demon you have won this battle, thank you always finding me my escape and tonight will be the last. Good bye every one that cared.
