"I run into the bathroom in search of one thing.
There it was, shinning in the light.
My razor
This beautiful thing, has helped me through all of the tough times.
I slid it across my wrist the craving numbness filling my body.
I knew exactly what I was about to do.
I continued cutting. I didn't stop. Cut, after cut.
I went out on my sidewalk, and looked down at my wrist.
You couldn't see my pale skin. All you could see was blood.
I smiled at the scene, until I heard a pounding in my ears.
I couldn't help it anymore.
I fell down on my sidewalk, hoping to fade, to die.
Goodbye Life.
Or so I thought.
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Depression Kills. (An O2L Fan Fiction.)
FanfictionWorthless. Bitch. Slut. That's only the few of the names people call me. I have no friends, and don't plan on getting any. But this group of boys, changed my life. Forever.