"Stop it! It hurts!" I heard a voice. I dropped the knife on the cold kitchen floor realising whose voice was it. It was again that familiar yet so annoying voice in my head. Fuck, it really hurts, I thought while covering my now bleeding wrist with a towel. That voice suddenly started to protect me?! No way... Pushing me to cut myself 3 times during one week? No.. Definitely that wasn't the case. That new neighbour of mine was able to mess up so quickly my already sick mind? I'll say that it was my cat! Not that someone cares enough to ask but... Yeah, my long ago dead cat scratched my arm. No one will suspect anything.
Got my running shoes on and went for a walk. This shoes are such a waste... I never run in them... I only run away from my problems and that doesn't seem to work ether I thought. At that very moment I bumped into that neighbour. Shit! What do I do next?!
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What Is Left
Teen Fiction"I can't remember the last time something good happened to me" "I am sorry for being like this. I am sorry for being a failure"
