I sat alone in the darkness of my bedroom, with only one thought in mind, I want to die. I look towards the knife that I had taken from my kitchen an hour before. As I take hold of it, I hear a knock at my door, I had forgotten that my mom was home. I quickly stuffed the knife under my bed just as she opened my door and entered the room.
"Hello sweetie!" My mom said in an way too cheerful tone. "Hi mom." I responded back, trying to hide the pain in my voice.
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Why aren't you downstairs yet? You've been in your room for hours" she giggled while also sounding concerned.
"I'm just..tired" I replied back, which wasn't a complete lie, as I haven't gotten much sleep lately.
She frowned and got up "okay, well foods ready if you want some" and with that, she left. Leaving me to my thoughts once again.
I take the knife in my hand, as I lift up my arm. I hold back tears as I slice open my arm. The blood pours out of my arm and onto the floor, I smile looking at the new wound that I have made on my scar covered arm.
Minutes past, and soon enough, my whole arm was covered in blood. I feel the blood pour out, covering my bed and floor with a stream of blood.
I lay down, holding my arm over the side of the bed, watching as the blood quickly pools on the ground under my arm. Then suddenly, everything went black, my eyes closed and I passed out.
