Bleeding Heart *Still in Writing the Chapters*

Chapter 1

I ran up to my room, pulled out the knife from my desk, and made a cut. The blood slowly dripped from my wrist, onto the floor. I don't know the exact reason why I cut myself. Okay... maybe you might be onto me. Maybe I do know the exact reason why I cut myself, but does anyone really care? 

My sister Regan, was calling my name from downstairs. I can't go downstairs now though. My whole family will see my wrists, and the blood of the cuts. My heart beats faster, faster, and faster. I try to clean up the blood as fast as I can from the floor. Nobody notices how much satisfaction I get from cutting myself.

I cut myself, using it as a coping method. It gives off the 'feel good feeling' that nobody else seems to understand. 

"Jade! MOM WANT'S YOU DOWNSTAIRS NOW" Exclaimed, Regan.

"I'll be there in one sec!" I replied back.

But what if I don't go downstairs in a few minutes? What if instead, I take my life? These thoughts were running through my head. I'll have to do some more planning before I decide to take my life. Nobody will care, and nobody will notice.

I go downstairs, after cleaning up all the blood.

"JADE, Regan has been hollering at you for 10 minutes and you never came! What in the world took you so long??" Said my mom.

"I'm sorry mom, I know. I was finishing up my homework. We got assigned a lot of it today" I replied back.

"That doesn't make a difference, when I want you downstairs, I want you downstairs, no exceptions!" My mom replied back.

"Okay, fine" I said in an annoyed toned voice.