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TMITMITMITMI
I run to my room.
The sound of heels and sneakers following me.
The laughing of the golden prick and sparkly git being left behind me.
The scolding from the black haired boy.
The lock of the door.
The opening of the drawer.
The scratch of the razor.
The cut of the skin.
The drop of the blood.
The slam of the door opening.
The scream of my girlfriend.
The curse from the red head.
The smash of my head hitting the table.
The high pitched buzzing in my brain.
The sobbing of Isabelle.
The darkness covering my vision.
The guilt in my body.
TMITMITMITMI
Ok guys this isn’t right.
Just because there are stories about it, doesn't mean it's good.
I actually lost my bestfriend to suicide in June this year and I was diagnosed with Bipolar Disorder in October and it is horrible so I'm going through a lot. I have self harmed and worse so I am probably going to be writing a lot of these sort of things just to get out the feelings.
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Simon's guilt
FanfictionTRIGGER WARNING A fanfiction where Jace upsets SImon. Self harm / suicide Don't like don't read.
