Goodbye Agony

What is it about the feeling of a blade sliding across your wrist that brings the feeling of relief yet hopelessness at the same time?
Here I stand. Blade in hand. Blood seething from my wrist. I'm alone. Just as usual. Mom and dad's at work so no one's here to stop me. I looked at myself in the mirror at my tear stained cheeks. My once bright eyes, now a stormy grey. My messy blue hair in tangles around my shoulders. My clothes hung loosley off my once fit figure that is now a bare mass of bone and skin. I stared down at the blood coming from my wrist, now dripping to the floor, feeling no motivation to clean the mess and stop the bleeding.
I felt myself go lightheaded and jumped as a large hand appeared on my wrist. I followed the arm to see Christian standing by me with a very worried expression. "What are you doing??" He asked, concern lacing his voice.
"I...I-I.." Suddenly I felt myself stumbling and everything went black..