(Just a little heads up, if you don't want to read things that relate to depression, anxiety or self harm or swearing then please don't read. Or suicide attempts.You have been warned!)
Your POV.
I don't know if I can do it anymore. I can't take it anymore, the lies the betrayal, the hate. My one and only friend had betrayed me, I have no one, nothing. I might as well die like they all say. Hell, maybe it would be better than this shit. The beatings, the name calling. Bitch, slut, ugly whore, worthless. Every name I can think of I've been called since the beginning of everything for me. The beatings weren't any better, get beat all night to the point I pass out. I'm done with this shit, maybe this will help.
The razor blade was gleaming in the dim light of the moon light, you slit it across your wrist. You feel nothing it's useless now. You've grown numb of the pain, the cold blade running across your wrist. The warm crimson blood going down your arm, the slightest bit of warm tears going down your face. If this isn't enough to numb my pain I'll just die, die like they want me to. You lift the blood soaked razor blade to your exposed neck.
"I'll see you soon sis", in one quick motion you swiftly slide the blade across your neck. Slowly falling to the ground as if in slow motion, but someone catches you. Colors that's all you could see, colors blurred out and smudged. Then darkness, "good riddance you son of a bitches." Those were the last word you spoke until black.
(Cliff hangerrrr!!!!!! (Update very soon!)
