The dagger pierces his skin so easily while he sleeps. His breathing hitches as he suddenly awakens. I yank the blade out and pummel it into his chest once again. Again, again, and again. His body goes limp, but I can’t stop. I can’t stop.
I take the knife and bring it closer to my hand. I don't want to do it but my body wont allow me. I wish I could be free. I suddenly see him walk towards me. He comes closer to me and slaps the knife away. "You can't die like this" he says as he----
Contains :
suicide
Self harm