As I awake I see sunlight drifting through the shades of my windows. Why can't the sun be blocked out completely or even go away. My world is already a dark room with no light why can't it just stay that way.
"My mom knocks on the door" I'm up I'm up you don't have to come in. I say in a rough voice. I can tell she walked away because she didn't hit the door again.
I look into my mirror when putting on clothes only to see something I hate, my own face. With its burn scars from my childhood fire accident and my dark black hair. My eyes are the worst thing about me, they are a blue you could never imagine dark blue yet light at the same time.
Sometimes I think I'm crazy doing these things to myself, only making people hate me more. I walk into the bathroom and pull out my razor I have hidden in a towel. I put it over my wrists, but this time I hesitate before I do it. But without thinking I slice as fast and as swift as I can. Making blood drain down my wrist. Dripping into the sink I sit watching it as it goes down. I love the sight of this but I hate the pain.
I put my red sweatshirt on to try and cover up the blood before I leave for school. Normally this works but I guess it didn't this morning because I got out of the car and blood started to gush again I quickly ran into the bathroom to try and put pressure into the wound that I had created earlier, this helped a bit but it continued to bleed even after I tried to stop it. Do I go to class or do I wait till the bleeding stops.
