Together forever.

Ch.50

Cut, Pull, Burn, Scratch.

Break Some Glass And Strike A Match.

Pop The Pills Then Take A Drink,

Watch Your Blood Run Down The Sink.

Gone Are The Voices In Your Head,

But Now Your Close To Being Dead.

Jamie's POV

I messed my hair up and starting ripping all the things I could find. I pulled on my hair hard and screamed as loud as I could. I turned of all the light except for the bathroom light. I walked in every room and broke some glass. Yeah, I got splinters but I don't care. I went to the bathroom cupboard and took out some pills. I took last least 5 and drank some water. Now back to that blade. I took up the cold metal blade and sighed. 1 cut.....blood. 2 cuts....more blood. 3 cuts....gone voices. 4 cuts......relief. 5 cuts......addiction. 6 cuts.....SLAM.

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I woke up in a pool of blood on the floor. What happened? I looked around and saw the blade laying there, with my blood on it. You know what? Fuck life, fuck hatred, fuck depression. Fuck everything. I got up and all I could see was blur. My head hut real bad. I turned on the lights and walked to the kitchen grabbed a beer bottle. Drink.....drink....drink. I heated some food and went to the bathtub. Yes, I ate my dinner in the bathtub. I got so fed up, I just started singing;

Your gone and I gotta stay high,

All the time, to keep you off my mind, ooh, ooh

High, all the time, to keep you off my mind, ooh, ooh

Spend my days locked in a haze,

Trynna forget your face,

And I fall down,

I gotta start high,

All the time,

To forget I'm missing you, ooh, ooh

I then heard banging on my door.

"Jamie! Let me in, we need to talk," the voice said.

"Haha.....fuck you," I laughed while obviously drunk.

"What is wrong with you!?" The voice asked again.

"Fuck..........you," I said while everything got dark.

To be continued.......

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