Sleepover gone wrong

"WHAT'S WRONG WITH ME!!" I shouted. No one heard me. I was thinking bad thoughts. Very bad thoughts. I went to my shoe box with my dad's pocket knife. I took the top off. I've never felt like this before. I've never had these thoughts before. I slowly took the knife out. Tears streaming down my face. I held the knife In one hand with the blade out.

"No one would notice i'm gone." I said to myself, "No one would would care." I took the knife, and put it next to the crevice of my elbow. I pressed down, and started dragging across my vain. Not screaming at all, but crying my eyes out. Before I knew it. There was blood. Lots of blood. I stopped. Blood on the rug. On the knife. Everywhere. I stop crying, and watch the blood gush out like a waterfall.