WARNING - Heavy use of expletives and mentions of drug use and alcohol. Read at your own discretion.
PROLOGUE - "I don't want to fucking waste my money on her hospital fees", my dear mother said as I was sprawled on the floor choking for air. My brother stood before me, brows furrowed. He didn't even approach me, not even a gesture of help. Both of them just looked at me as if I was some kind of animal having rebes. They didn't even bother to flip out their phones and call for help. It was like they were watching me die. So, I thought to myself, 'This will be the end of me, then.'
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I remember I had holed myself up in the toilet, phoning my boyfriend. I was crying so hard, all I could muster was "I'm sorry." We fought before and all I could do was apologize. While I placed the bottle of floor cleaner against my lips and gulped it down, my mother's words echoed through my ears. Clear as crystal. 'Come on Matt, she's not worth it. She's not worth your time.' 'Next time, just think long and hard why you don't have friends and why no one loves you.' Tears ran down my cheeks. Yet again, I have let myself go. I lost it. I gulped the green acidic liquid. It went down my throat, burning it. Next thing I knew, I was spitting it out and gulping for air. It was the worst pain I have ever felt. Pills, punches and blades don't hurt as much as this. I swear to God, I was fucking coughing my brains out. My mother and brother saw the terrible state I was in - worst part is, they didn't do shit. Yeah, my throat and my stomach hurt but it didn't hurt as much as my heart. Well, what's left of it anyway.
- Hi guys! So, this is my first time doing this, but if you have any feedback on how I can brush up, let me know in the comments! If anyone of you can relate to this, just know, you're not alone. ♡
