Blood

Drowning in blood

Struggled sobs fill the big dark empty house. Anxiety was filling the poor young man. His heart was pounding hard in his ears, his hands were shaking violently, and his breathing was strangled, as if his lungs were suffocating.

"Do it." "Just kill yourself." "No one cares." "Worthless fool." "Everyone hates you." "Just do it already!" "Everyone will forget you so easily. You are forgettable." Voices shouted loudly in his head, making the poor stressed depressed man sob harder, holding his head very tightly, to the point his nails were digging into his scalp. Whimpers emit from his mouth as he curls into a ball, praying the voices go away soon.

Months now he had been having the worst time. His girlfriend left, all his best friends moved out of their shared house, his grandma died, and the stress of being on social media was beginning to take a hefty toll on him. It felt as if he had a million boulders weighing down on his shoulders, breaking his will to live.

He had given up. With no one there he stopped eating, stopped showering, stopped working, stopped everything. Everyday he woke up hating himself and would just stare at the blank wall where a picture of him and his girlfriend used to hang. He hated his life, he wanted out.

Finally after an hour of straight sobbing hearing these terrible voices, he slowly got up from the ground staggering to the kitchen. Tears dropped to the ground with each step, making the loudest sound in the house.

Entering the kitchen, coldness hits his feet soon as he stepped on the tile. It felt like a sneaker wave hit him, sending chills up and down his body.

Immediately his eyes locked on the sharp knife that was sitting on the counter. "DO IT!" The voices screamed louder taking control of him. He didn't even fight it anymore, slowly he walked over to the knife picking it up. By this point his tears were drying up and the sobs stopped. His mind was blank looking at the shining blade.

He sat down on the ground and examined the knife for a minute, the voices were in full volume as he studied it. Steadily he places the blade against his milky pale forearm and drags it down very slowly. Pain surged through his body as he watched the blood start pouring out onto the white tiles. He took comfort watching the blood drain from his body, he just couldn't stop himself. He drags the knife down his other arm cutting deeper and deeper as it slides down. He kept cutting and cutting anywhere he saw. It gave him happiness he hadn't felt in months. So much blood was pouring out from him that his vision started getting blurry and the room was starting to spin.

Soon his body started to get shaky and weak and he could barely keep himself sitting up straight. Finally he sets down the very bloody knife knowing he had gone too far. A huge puddle of blood gathered around him and it just kept growing and growing by the second as his skin got paler and his body got even weaker.

Happiness consumes him for the first time in months. He was ready to go, it was his time. Slowly his eyes started drooping close as he felt his body start going totally numb. His peace was restored as his last breath escaped his lungs and darkness took him over.