So obviously I was suspended for three days. I wasn't upset, neither was my mom. But that night I sat in my room, lost in my thoughts. I had lost my best friend, and beat the shit out of her. I felt horrible. I wanna die was all I could think. I went into my bathroom and locked the door. Where was it? I shuffled through my moms makeup bag and pulled out the shiny razor. Looking back on it I wonder why it was there. I pulled up my sleeve and looked at my pail arms. Then in the mirror in front of me. I saw a girl with long messy red hair and green eyes. She had red lines streaming across her face and her eyes were blood shot. She was ugly, and Brocken. I put the blade against my skin and slowly pushed down. All of a sudden a flash of my life appeared in my head. I saw my brother laugh at the dinner table as my mom told a joke, then I saw me and all my old friends like Cassi, and Hanna playing on the little playground at our old school, then I saw this little red headed child run around smiling as her hair flew behind her and her cheeks get red in the cold. She stopped and looked away, then I saw me and Ana in my room. We were on our phones laughing and blaring our music, "I'm radioactive, radioactive," we sang and laughed, oh how I missed days like that. Stupid, I thought. I destroyed the only thing that mattered most to me, my friendship. I slid the blade slowly down across my arm avoiding looking at my blood spill. Then I remembered one thing,
I sat in the basement of my friend Sally's house with Ana. Sally was on my left and Ana was infront of me holding my hands as I cried. "It's ok Sky, your my sister and ill always love you no matter what," Ana got up and hugged me and all I heard was Ana screaming how much she hated me from across the hall. Before I knew it I looked back at my arm, fourteen long cuts had appeared and the razor blade was in my hand with blood all over it. I grabbed a wet rag and pressed it against my skin. It stung for a second, then it felt nice. I literally had no feeling, I was lost in my thoughts, and soon forgotten.
