Unfathomable

Attempt at Freedom

TRIGGER WARNING: SELF HARM

She sat there alone in the darkness. Sharp pain and that burning sensation she knew all too well rose as the edge pierced her scarred wrists. She longed for that blade and she had finally succumbed to the temptations. She shied away from the rust stained razor for so long just to fall back into the depths of her addiction. It had been almost a full year since her last relapse.  
The razor that was currently sticking to her arm was the same one that she had taken out of a pencil sharpener almost 3 years ago and had been under a book she had gotten when she was little. It's called "The Giving Tree". It was one of those books that everyone reads as a child and everyone loved. It had been a gift from her father and he used to read it to her when she was little. But after a while her father stopped reading it every night to only a couple times a week, then suddenly not at all.

The book was old and had an inch of dust covering it, normally it sat upon a shelf with other small trinkets. It wasn't just for show but it was a cover for  what was once her release and now was about to be a death sentence.

But now the dust was disrupted and the book lay cast aside just like her.

  A soft whimper escaped her dry throat and through her cracked lips shattering the uncomfortable silence. She knew that the regret would come later, but for the first time in what felt like a millenia she can feel something besides emptiness and numbing pain. Warmth fell down her wrists and dripped on the hardwood floor next to her leaving a stain on the unclean floor. Staring into nothing she pulled the razor away from her skin and her eyes stung with fresh tears. They rolled down her chin and fell next to her on the floor, mixing with the blood spatter. 

Her head began to buzz and grow foggy as colorful shapes danced before her eyes; she felt her breathing begin to fade as her failing world came cascading down with a thud on the cold ground. She knew this time she had cut deep. Maybe even deep enough to escape this life she was forced to live... She felt earth's gravity fall on her like a weighted blanket. She let it consume her as she lost consciousness, her last waking thought was what her mother would do without her little waste of money. What her mother would do when she finally gains back consciousness and pulls that needle out of her bursted veins. 

Just as that thought escaped her mind, there was a knock on the door, just as her heartbeat slowed and the deepening lake of blood consumed her, She could hear the faint muffled cries of someone calling her name. It was a faint call, as if her head was underwater and the longing was from the surface begging her to come up for air. But she's drowning in the deep end and she likes how the bubbles look. Her body began to float in this blood as she defied gravity. Her mother began to pick her up but she couldn't feel the cold touch of her shaking hands, because she was already gone.

"Riley!" cried her desperate mother. 
"What have you done!?"