I run to what I call my home . I don't find anyone there . I frantically look around trying to find the object I am looking for . The object , that can help solve anything. As I lift the cushion on my futon in my bedroom , I find the small slit I made in the netting of the base . After I slide my hand into the hole , I pull out a small familiar box . Just big enough for 'jewelry' and 'money' . The fresh wooden box is right where I left it .
Untouched and familiar .
Except , there is something different when I rub my hand along the opening of the box and lift the lid. There lays in the box , a brand new shiny silver blade . My 'old' one had rust lining the top and a completely dull blade that made it harder. I lift up the unfamiliar object and unwrap it from the plastic . I slowly lift and begin to dig deep into the skin .
Deep.
Deeper.
Deapest.
Dead.
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Teen FictionJess has had to go through a lot before, but it soon becomes nothing when her entire world is turned upside down. 'A Matthew Espinosa fan-fiction'
