Time Machine

Ch. 9: Too Late?

•Dahvie's POV•

I don't know what time it is. I don't care if I'm not alone again. I don't care who sees me. I'm done with life. I can't keep pretending I'm okay. It's useless.

"@Officialbotdf My time has come, and so I'm gone. To a better place, far beyond. I love you all, as you can see. But it's better now. Because I am free."
I locked my phone and laid back on my bed, waiting for the meds to kick in. I forgot to write my note!

I jumped up off the bed and ran to my office. I grabbed a notepad and pen and began writing.

To whomever this may concern,
I'm sorry about the mess I've left behind. Everyday I find something new that I hate about myself. I know you won't miss me. But I'll miss you. Tell Jayy that I love him. I always have. Tell my mother that I'm sorry I had to go this way. But tell my fans that I'm in a better place. Tell them that they were and always will be the most important thing in my life.
They kept me going, but I just can't take it anymore. I'm sorry.

I tore it out and sat it on the floor outside my bedroom.

I laid in bed for what seemed like hours. Time moved slowly. I couldn't wait any longer. I got up and searched for my pocket knife.

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I took it out of its case and sat back down on my bed. I examined it for a minute before I ran the sharp blade across my wrist. The familiar stinging came back and it made me want more.

With each cut I kept getting deeper and deeper. Blood was pouring out of my wrists at the same rate tears were flowing from my eyes.

This is it, I thought as everything went black. I'm finally free.