The Tweet That Saved My Life

I sit in my quiet room all alone. The lights are off and the only light is my small desk lamp that brings a soft glow to my room. I bring out my phone, and for the last time I tweet my one and only love, Harry Styles. @Harry_Styles I love you so much sunshine. The past years have been great but it's time to say goodbye. I'm so sorry. See you soon love. I locked my phone up for the last time. I'm sat on the floor Indian style with the letter that I've written and re-written several times in my shaky hand. I fold it up one last time, and set it down. In my other hand is the blade. In the hand that once held the note are the pills. I take my right hand and shakily bring it up to my trembling arm. I press in, but not too hard, and slice my skin open. The room is so quiet. The only sounds I can hear are the soft him of the lamp and the sound of my skin ripping open. I'm about to press my only friend, the blade, to my arm one more time when I hear a beep come from my phone.