Prolouge

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This book contains many triggering scenes, check tags to see what the book includes in it.
Not the best writer so updates 1-2 times a week(hopefully)

I couldn't stop, for a second I considered it, but couldn't resist the itch on my wrist, so I lowered the razor, and slid it across my wrist. I stared, mesmerized by the blood dripping down my wrist, the burning feeling on my wrist, so I did it again, relishing in the pain. I hesitated, before bringing it down again, remembering all the times people called me fat, useless, ugly, and many more.        

I stared down at the cuts on my arm, the once smooth bright, skin turned pale and bumpy, a testimony to the monster I am, a creation that should have never existed.

I stopped, and considered my existence, who would miss me? Who would mourn for me? My own parents hated me, perhaps it would be better if I died?

I gave myself a month, a single month before I could end my suffering in the lonely world, this cruel, dead world. God have mercy on my soul.

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