a series of quotes, poems, songs on self harm and depression, may be triggering. So I've passed the limit so I'm starting a new one

(COMPLETE STORY ) "JETTA! YOU CAN'T HIDE FROM ME!" His voice was loud and booming... The shotgun shells were laying just a few feet away.. He wanted me.. He wanted to KILL me.. "JETTA!" I flinched as the loud voice booms again, as I sit in the farthest corner of my large walk in closet with barely any noise..