Short stories

Suicide

***MAJOR TRIGGER WARNING***

***CONTAINS GRAPHIC DESCRIPTIONS***                    

*CLICK* She heard as she shut the bathroom door. She put the plug in the bathtub drain as her tears fell into the tub. She turned the water on. More hot than cold. Thoughts going wild... louder than before. Taking her time hoping that somebody would walk in and save her from the hell she was about to endure. She slowly slipped her fragile body out of her light pink lacy shorts once again taking her time hoping that someone would come in and save her from her own hell. She gingerly pulled her white long sleeved shirt over her head. Looking at her underweight body in the mirror, wishing that she wasn't so fat. Knowing that the last thing she eat was one piece of bread one week ago breaking her three week fast. She heard water start to hit the floor so she looked over to see the water trickling over the edge of the tub. She calmly walked over and cautiously stepped in. Water still running, she grabbed a blade that was hidden under the soap dish.

Taking her time hoping that somebody would save her from herself. 'Do it. It's so simple. Just drag it against you skin.' the voices recited to her. She inhales deeply while firmly holding the blade against her skin. She exhales in a whisper "Just drag it."  She winced in pain as she dragged the blade against her smooth veiny wrist.

The clear water turned into a light red tint. Another three cuts each one deeper than before. The now growing darker water filled the floor. One more slice so deep that the blood drains from her ever growing frail body. Her vision grew fuzzy. She looked around as she heard screaming coming from outside the door. She supposed that the water was now seeping under the door into the hallway. Her younger brother darts in and starts cry out for help. He was only eleven, four years younger than her. He pulls her out still crying out for help. Crying for her to stay awake and not leave him... not like this. She looked up at him, her blood stained  arms were leaving his white shirt burgundy. "I'm sorry" she whispered as she blacked out and her body became limp. Her brother sat there holding her lifeless body screaming and crying. He blamed himself for what she did. He thought that if maybe he was home twenty minutes earlier they would be sitting in the living room playing a board game like they used to. If he would of texted her and asked how her day was or asked if she was okay, or just told her that he loved her maybe she would've still been alive.