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She Sat Alone

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She sat in her bedroom all alone. Nothing to do, nothing to see, just little old she. She had a habit, and he didn't like it. It hurt him more than she knew, and more than it even hurt her. But still, she did it, because when things got too difficult, all she could think to do was turn to a blade. If made her feel as if she were still alive, still breathing, still feeling. Sometimes she did it for no reason other than to make sure she was still able to feel on the surface.
It hurt a little, but she was beginning to get used to it. It didn't sting like it used to on her wrist, so she had moved to her leg. Now that too was beginning to not hurt as much, so she was trying to figure out what to do. Maybe all she needed to do was cut deeper? Yes, that might work. So she pressed harder on the blade as she dragged it across her wrist. Not too hard though, she didn't want to sever anything important. Then her parents would know, and that wouldn't be good at all.
Her parents thought she was okay now, that things were just great in her life. But they weren't. Things were never okay anymore. She felt depressed all of the time, often for no reason. She abandoned her friends at school for the most part, and she clung to someone her boyfriend didn't approve of. But she didn't care. She held onto the hope that maybe one of them could help her, because only they knew. She didn't ask for help, but she told them what she did, so that maybe they would be able to stop her…maybe they would eventually stop her for good.
That was all she really wanted. She could do it on her own and she knew it. She began to do the deed once a day, a cut a day. One slice for ever day she lived, she thought. One cut for every day she was still miserable, for every day counting down to when she would stop for good. Some days she wished she'd never started, because if someone doesn't start doing something, how can they continue? That one day was what had started it all.
One night, she sat all alone in her bedroom, as usual. She was sick of live and everything about it. She pulled out her precious blade and took it slowly across her wrist, savoring the pain as she did. It was too late before she realized that she had cut a little too deep though. The red liquid that was her life poured out quickly, fueled by her beating heart. She didn't say a word as it happened though. She only sat and stared as she slowly was drained of her life blood.
The next morning when she didn't get up for school, her mother found her, blood pooled on the floor beside her bed, arm hanging over the edge and lips curled up in a smile.
A sick, twisted, satisfied smile.
Just something I did one night while thinking. Its depressing, as can be gathered if it's read.
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goldwhiteangel's avatar
that was really nice to trune a bad thing it to a good one well done for that stroy and yet so true about how people can do thoughs things to them selfs [link] and i did like it to thanks for that stroy of a girl who was sad about life.