pain to pleasure

a/n Hi welcome to my story this is a 100% fake story but if you are having suicidal thoughts please talk to someone no one should have to go through anything alone. I am still a bit rusty I just started writing so please go easy on my writing. Enjoy :

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Michael runs down the stairs to the basement, He's mad. He looks at his punching bag but goes to the wall instead. He punches the wall again, and again, and again. He starts leaving a dent, he keeps punching. over and over again Michaels fist hit the wall soon making his knuckles bleed. He doesn't care, so he keeps punching, blood getting on the walls. His wife isn't home to stop him. He keeps punching. He sobs as he hits the wall then stops. He rests his head against the wall sobbing more than before. Then it's silent. The front door opens Anna calls for her husband then. BOOM! the noise echo's through the house. Anna runs down the stairs. Michael has his arms beside him all cut up, blood dripping on to the floor. Two arm deep holes were in the wall. Michael just stared at the scene. He falls to the ground unconscious from loosing too much blood. Anna screams and runs over to her husband, she pulls out her phone and dials 911.

Michael wakes up at the hospital arms bandaged and blood being pumped into his body. He listens to his surroundings he can hear people talking outside the room and feet walking and running up and down the hallway. He listens more he can hear his heavy breathing and the sound of the heart monitor beeping loudly. He leans back on the bed and sighs wishing he could just die.

When Michael is finally released out of the hospital his wife takes him home and looks after him. For about a week his wife stayed home from work because she didn't want to leave him alone, but she had to go to work and so she did. When Anna left Michael sat up and opened his night tables drawer. He pulls out a journal and a pen he proceeds to rip out a piece of paper and write a note.

"Dear, Anna

I love you to death. You were the only thing keeping me alive. I wish I could stay here with you, but I've been suffering too long. Don't cry over me, I'm not something to cry over. I know you'll get through this. You're so strong, much stronger than I was. I want you to know that none of this is your fault. This is the worlds doing not yours. I love you so much and I will always miss you."

Love, Michael."

Michael places his pen and journal on the night table and stands. He places the note on the middle of the bed and reaches back into his drawer and pulls out his bottle of pills. Michael heads to the bathroom and stares into the mirror as tears start to stream down his face. He dumps the pills on to the bathroom counter. He grabs the glass on the counter and fills it with water. Then one by one he takes the pills until none are left. He grabs the empty bottle and goes back to the bedroom throwing the pill bottle on the bed. He stumbles as his vision goes blurry and falls to the wooden floor. unconscious and breathing, Now nothing. His heart has stopped beating every organ is shutting down and his soul leaves his body. His body is limp and pale all the life in his body is gone.

Hours later Anna returns home she hangs her keys and takes off her shoes and jacket. She hangs her bag on one of the kitchen chairs and heads to her room. She pushes open the bedroom door and falls to her knees, tears burst out of her eyes. She finds the strength to get up, she walks to the bed and picks up the note, she starts to read. After she reads she takes her phone out of her pocket and dials 911. They tried everything to try to bring him back but they had to call it. Michael, Annas one true love was gone.

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A/N Thank you so much for reading my short story. This story was written based on my actual emotions in life. Again please seek help if you are having suicidal thoughts it always helps to have someone there to help.

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