When I got of the bus, I ran to the front door, and unlocked it. I raced in as it was very cold outside. My dog squealed as I entered. I climbed up the steps with my heavy backpack on my shoulder. Once I got the gate open, I threw my bag and purse down, and went to my room. I then crashed on my bed, trying to forget about what had happened this morning. But it was too much for me.
I got up, and walked to my desk, where I grabbed the blade, and sliced my wrist. As I bled, I felt regret. But that didn't stop me from cutting again and again and again. After I was done, I put my blade away, and went back over to my bed. I felt very tired, so I took a nap.
A few hours later...
I woke up, rubbing my eyes, and feeling very hungry. I slowly got up and out of bed, and went to the kitchen. I noticed that it was 5:30, and that my Nana was already home. I gave her a hug before going and getting some cereal. After I ate, I went back to my room, and watched some youtube, since I was bored and honestly had nothing else better to do with my life than just be sad all the time.
I tried to hide my cuts as best I could, but sometimes they were noticable. My sleeve would fall up, and my wrist would show, or I would forget, and be really hot, and roll my sleeves up, and not realize that my cuts were showing. And I did get caught. By myself, anyways. My anxiety about the cutting was too much for me, and I would breakdown crying. I would end up at the counselor's office a lot. That's just my life, I guess. But now It's COVID-19 time, and I don't get caught. But that's now. This is my story on what/who made me this way. Depressed.
Editor's Note: Hey! I finally updated! I hope you liked part two of "The Dark."! I will see you with part 3 soon! Goodbye my lovelies!!! x3333
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The Dark
Literatura FaktuA VERY depressing story about a girl (me), and her life. WARNINGS: Self harm, mentions of suicide, depressing. If you don't like any of the warnings, please don't read.
