" I can't do it anymore"
Authors note
So this is my first ever story.. If you guys like it like comment whatever and I will update if anyone's interested
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How is it that life can come down to only one decision, to live or to die? I'm sat here gripping the razor sharp blade in my hand and asking myself that very question. I have simply had enough. What was the point of my being on this earth anymore, apart from the abuse I face every single day of my life. Ever since my mum left and I was left in the hands of my alcoholic father things went downhill. I had no happiness in my life anymore and I was tired of waiting for things to get better. I was fed up of waiting for the only man I had ever loved to remember I exsisted.
*FLASHBACK*
"You're nothing but a stupid whore" he screamed as he hit me, this time in the ribs. "Is that all you got" I shouted back. Immediately I knew I shouldn't of said that as I witnessed the anger building in his eyes and I figured what was coming next. The stinging sensation of his hand against my cheek overwhelmed me as I fell to the floor. All I could see was black dots everywhere, I made my way up the stairs as fast as I could and locked my bedroom door behind me. I rushed into the bathroom and found my only friend, my razor blade.
*END OF FLASHBACK*
I brought my hand up to my painful eye and even though it only happened minutes ago I could already feel it swelling. Tonight was the last straw for me, I realised I could no longer put up
with this and there was only one way I could escape it, to finally give in and take my own life.
I didn't feel sad as I brought the blade to my already scarred wrist. I was relieved that I wouldn't have to go
through any of this anymore. I don't think I'm selfish, after all who am I hurting but myself? The blade was inches away as I started to wonder how it will feel to die, will it hurt? But I had no time to back out now as I heard my drunken father make his way up the stairs. I cut as deep as I possibly could, the blood was flowing everywhere, more than ever before, and slowly everything started to fade.
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Hopeless
Teen FictionWhen does life get better, that's the question I constantly asked myself and I was starting to doubt that it ever does, that was until he strolled into my life, not only making things better but some a hell of a lot worse.
