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chapter 4

(a/n sorry it took so long but here's chapter four hope you like it my two followers haha)

once I get older I swear Ill just be gone. I'll be gone with the rain and the wind, completely irrelevant to all of society. someone went in my room yesterday. they pulled out my drawers, rifling through my things. I searched the drawers but there was one thing missing. my bottle. I looked down at my covered stomach and whipped my shirt off, revealing my torn up stomach. I paused for what seemed like hours, inspecting my cuts. then I grabbed a beer bottle from the fridge in the kitchen, emptying the contents in to the sink. I wrapped it in white duct tape, writing in sharpie: sadness. I ran to my room, slamming and locking the door. In mere seconds, I found a blade. I dragged it across my bare stomach, holding the beer bottle under it as it bled. I was empty. I am empty. I am imperfect and I am ugly. but there's nothing I can do. besides commit suicide. people always say that suicide isn't the answer. but they don't understand. suicide is the answer. suicide is the answer to a lot of things, including your toxic mind. and suicide is going to answer a lot of things tomorrow.