♡Sad Club♡

Her body was lying unconsciously in the warm water, blood circling the water around her body in some sort of silk halo. Her pajamas were soaked wet, skin tight to her bare legs. Her eyelids were closed, her face slant against the marble tub, facing the razor laying on the wall of the tub with blood covering the metal. Her arms lay limp in the small tub, the dim light shining over her and casting a pale light over her face. She was breathing, but barely clinging to her life.

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AUTHOR NOTE- I was really judgmental on whether or not I should publish this story, I had been writing about it for five months. this novel is not being written for the simple fact of romanticizing suicide, depression or any other mental illness. if you are dealing with any of those, or above, please talk to someone and even feel free to talk to me. This story was written for awareness purposes, and written on behalf of my story ideas that I think up.