Saved by Niall [Don't read. It's bad.]

The Cut

                                                                   Chapter 1

        I look down at the soft pink of my wrist, it was perfect no cuts. Yet. My eyes drifted to the razor blade in my hand as it lowers to my wrist. Once, twice, I watched as the blood slowly oozes out of the cuts I make, taking all my pain with it. For a moment everything is better, fixed, then I need it again. The tears form in my eyes as I remember what had happened earlier. “No one likes you! Go kill yourself! You don't have any friends!” repeating over and over in my head. I stand up, and set the blade down on my desk, opening the drawer. Where I find my emergency pill bottle. I take a deep breath, hopefully this time they would kill me, I wouldn't wake up in a hospital.

      I pick up the bottle, as a drop of blood splashes onto my desk. My phone buzzes and I pick it up, checking my text. 'Hey, sorry about everyone today. We can watch a movie at my place, you need something to cheer you up!' it's from my best friend Niall. I set down the bottle, closing the drawer. Some other time, I think to myself. I look down at my wrist, and wipe the blood off.