Marcel.

-Introduction-

-Introduction

*Marcel's P.O.V*

Do you have those days? You know, the ones where you wake up and you just think. Think about life. You just sit there letting the deep thoughts just dawn on you.
You can't stop them. There just there,you know?

Sometimes there are thoughts of happiness, now obviously they're the ones I don't mind. Happy thoughts may consist of maybe your dream job, or what you wish your future life to be like, or even just a small thing like a dream holiday.

But today wasn't one of those days. The kind of thoughts today made me want to curl up in a ball and just hide forever.
When you have thoughts like that you just think is it worth it? Do I really want to go on with this?

Thoughts like this would circle through my brain over, and over again. I would try and just ignore them. But they carry on until they break me.

But the thing is, people don't care. No one cares about me.

Whenever I try and ask for help, or try and find someone to talk to, I'm told I'm trying to seek attention.

Today was the last day I wanted to feel this way.

I couldn't handle it anymore.

I walked into the bathroom.

I picked up the blade.

'It's time. Let go.' I told myself 'It's okay.'

When I walked over to the mirror, I looked at my reflection.

Even I knew I looked beaten down.

'You don't have to do this anymore. You'll be free.' My inner conscience whispered to me.

A tear slipped down my bruised face.

"I'm sorry Harry. I'm so sorry." I sobbed "Forgive me."

The tears continued to stream down my beaten face, as I continued to bring the blade closer.

"It's time." I whispered to myself.

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