This was it. I was finally going to end it all. All of my fear would finally go away. People who surrounded me would get what they want, they could finally be happy. I could finally be happy. I took the razor from under my bed and held it up, the moonlight from my window glistening onto the sharp object. I put the razor to my wrist and cut.....deep..... I felt the cool blood running down my wrist..... The more cuts I made the more free I felt. I felt the weight of everything lift off my shoulders, my vision started to blur, and I started to get light headed...
As I took my last breath I noticed a dark figure rushing towards me....before I could see who it was the darkness take over me.
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Outcast
Подростковая литератураEver felt like the outcast of your family? The school? Even your "friends"? 15 year old Phoenix feels this way every day. Walking around school with a fake smile, and looking at all the random faces. Going through one class to the next.
