One whos always crazy never calls me baby
September 4 2018
I did my usual after school routine. One here one there. Blood dripped down my wrist. I kept at it. Trying to feel pain. I needed to feel pain. I deserved it. Tears mixed with the blood.
Blurs of faces stood over me for a short while. My eyelids became heavy.
I felt a sharp pain in my left arm. Needles connected to bags of blood and a weird liquid.
"I'm so so sorry baby that i wasnt there." Sobs where heard from somewhere in the room.
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Short StoryYou can tell alot about a person by the things they draw on themselves. Warning: this story may contain self harm and some sensitive topics read at caution.
