KKyd23

this message may be offensive 
I don't stop. I keep going until I come to short cliff. I look over the edge then look back.
          
          "Jump",I tell myself, but no way in hell.
          
          I had  the pocket knife in my training bra since I was wearing tights with no pockets.
          
          I pull the  knife out and pull the blade out. I stare at the sharp edge of the blade and consider my options.
          
          Do it Kourt. What's stopping you? Everything that's happened up till now. Up until this age. It's all been a hell hole.
          
          You don't have freedom. You cant live like people your age. You are your parent's disappointment. Your dad thinks that what you love doing is pathetic and isn't going to take you anywhere in life. All your dreams and ambitions...gone down the drain. And if you think you're going to make it any where in life then you're wrong. So pull the fucking knife out and  do it.
          
          I look at my wrist then back at the knife while my tears keep coming.
          
          "Don't do it", I hear a familiar voice say from behind me.
          
          I slowly turn around to see Trent with his hands in his pockets.
          
          "Don't do it",he repeats nonchalantly.
          
          
          https://www.wattpad.com/story/220398490?utm_source=android&utm_medium=link&utm_content=share_reading&wp_page=library&wp_uname=KKyd23&wp_originator=ziTu2anse6sSp01%2BtK3fHwfout6F5Po2Gd1HPxuL7itv%2Fy1OlUTyyzkQxHg4ISsh5pXWlEId3iyI0P5axrDhVbbxOuJQiOdRwGN0KrOhdGovp4nyLhnjuRaAhA0RwK02