I walked out the door, with nothing but a knife and my iPod. I was officially 18 this was my choice. I walked through the backyard, down the dirt path. Into the field. It was a wheat field. Beautiful, golden, wheat field. The sun was setting, so the dark golden summer sun was making the field look like heaven.
I walked into the middle of the field. It was a small field, I was pretty close to the highway. At least someone would find my decaying body. I laid down. I turned the song "Beautiful" on full volume and put it on repeat. I took the knife and slowly snaked it up my arms. I didn't put much pressure on the knife, but I still made pain and blood appear. It felt amazing. I know I sound like a crazy person, but I don't care.
I took the knife and slid it across my throat. I could feel the blood slowly draining from my body. I looked at the sun. Everyone says never to look directly at the sun, but it didn't matter now. I had just ensured that I was going to die. I started to feel the pain I clenched my fists. Then I relaxed, I just let the pain take over my body.
"What a beautiful evening to die." I whispered to myself. My head was throbbing, and my vision blurred and became darker. "This is the end." I smiled. A perfect way to die.
"No! This is not the end!" A strange British voice shouted at me. That's all I remember before I passed out.
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Worthless
Teen FictionMy name is Allison. But that doesn't matter. I don't matter. My father says it, my mother says it, and my sister says it. Even when I went to school, the people at school said it too. So it has to be true. I am worthless. I am turning 18 today, fina...
