Broken

Forgotten...

I am still here,
I have spoken.
The memories have faded,
But I am still as broken.

I've been thinking about last week when I came so close to being free. I've tried avoid my mum as I can still see she's struggling about it. She was leaving for work soon so I was fine.

My mum has left to go to work, my dads been at work since 8:00 this morning and my sisters out with her friends. I was alone... There was one things I have always wanted to try and that was cutting myself. I had been close before, the blade pressed against me, but I never went through with it. This time was different. I grabbed and knife and went into the bathroom and locked the door. Slowly I put more pressure on the blade till it pierced the skin, I had never felt more alive. The blood was dripping from me and splashing into the bath, turned the taps on but more blood just kept falling down.

I done a final slash on my left arm and just waited for the blood to stop pouring out of me. There was now a pool of blood in the bath and the pain started to hit me. Why was I doing this? How would this make anything better? These questions ran through my head non stop until I came to an answer... Because this moment was the first time I controlled the pain... The first time I could decide what happened to me and it made the pain stop.

My dad entered the house and I was still bleeding.

"Are you there?" He asked.

"Yeah dad, just finishing up!" I replied.

"Ok, come see me upstairs in my room when you are," He added.
I quickly washed the bath, grabbed a bandage from the cupboard and ran upstairs into my mum and dads room.

"Yes?" I asked whilst trying to hide my arms from him.

My dad replied with, " Well let's just say you're going to be pleased after what I've gotten."

"Can you just get to the point dad? I might just have a lay down."

"Ok, son, I've gotten tickets for all of us to go to Harry Potter world and Cadbury world!"

"Thanks dad, I'm going to have a lie down."

"Hey what happened to your arms?"

"I um... Fell."
And off I ran to my room. I couldn't tell him the truth, I don't know how he would react.

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Um can I ask a question? Does anyone like the little rhymes I put at the start? I'm not sure if to keep doing that. Just tell me in the comments.