Endless pain?

Endless pain? Chapter 21

-Isabella's POV:-

"I'm sorry" I whisper as I type the words and send the message to Adam.

Placing the razor blade again my thigh, I slide it across and bite my lip as tears slip. Whimpering I squeeze my eyes shut a press it into my leg harder and open my eyes. My eyes blurry from the pain. Looking down I see splatters of blood on my bathroom tiles.

My thigh red and stinginging.

Pain.

That's all I feel.

Why do I do this?

To get rid of the pain?

But all this does Is increase it.

But still?

I do it.

Scarring my thighs more, I trail my razor blade to my other thigh and repeat the process.

I'm fed up.

I'm fed up being called names.

I'm fed up of being pushed around.

I'm fed up of having to face troubles after troubles.

One trouble finishes and another starts.

I'm human.

Why don't people understand that?

I may not be the prettiest but I'm nevertheless still a human.

A human with feelings!

Sighing I look down and use my other hand to scratch my scars further.

Why?!

Why me!

"WHY GOD! WHY ME? WHY ME!!" I scream and shout before falling to the ground, tears streaming down my face, banging my head on the floor.

"Why me..." I whisper as I squeeze the blade in my hand, feeling it slice through.

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It's been a few minutes, I'm still laying here. Is there a purpose of me getting up?

Opening my hand, I see the blood that's dried up, but the fresh blood that's still leaking trail down my hand, down my fingers onto the floor.

Moving so I'm on my knees I look up and whimper before slowly getting up and looking in the mirror.

But it wasn't enough.

Taking the blade in my hand I look into the mirror as I lift up my top.

Pushing the blade against my tummy, I close my eyes and grit my teeth before using it deep enough to break the already scarred skin.

Whimpering I slide it across and feel my breathing increase, before moving the blade and scarring another part of my tummy.

Continuously doing this, I stop when I feel my vision slightly blur and my head spin.

Placing the blade carefully on the sink I look in the mirror and scoff.

"Still not beautiful are you, you fat piece of worthless shit" I say to myself and laugh before biting my lip and turning my back to mirror.

Shaking my head I start the shower, keep the temperature on really high I giggle at the thought of it burning my scarred and broken skin.

Stripping down to nothing, I look myself up and down disgusted at the sight before climbing into the scalding hot shower.

Hissing I shiver as the burning hot water attacks my raw and ripped skin.

Groaning and hissing throughout my shower I look down to see the blood wash down the drain and I feel pity.