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***WARNING: skip the italics part if you get triggered by self harm.**** (You're not missing out on much, just a flashback)
YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.
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Screeching tires.
Crash.
Scream.
Blood.
Blackness.
She's gone.
I drag the razor across the skin of my wrist. The blood is a reminder of what I've done, taunting me.
She's gone.
Gone from the world.
I will never see her again.
I drag it again
Again
And again
Until my skin is a bloody mess
Until I forget.
***
I wake up and roll off my bed. It's been a week since the accident. I look into the mirror and see the ghost of a person I've become.
My eyes are dark and baggy. My skin is white as paper. My hair sits in a messy bun on top of my head, knotted and greasy like a bird's nest. I refused to eat, the weight loss is very noticeable. My collarbones jut out, and I can see my ribs. I felt so weak and could barely stand. I take a deep breath, exhaling all my feelings before they could overwhelm me. I take a shower, letting the water sting my forming scars, letting the water sting the open wounds. Letting the water sting away the memory, the agony.
***
I'm finally back at school. It's been a whole week. What are they going to think of me?
I walk into the hallway and I'm met by a bunch of stares. Whispers.
More whispers.
I hang my head down low.
Whispers.
They're whispering about me.
"Bitch."
"She has the fucking nerve to show her useless ass? "
"Why is she here?"
"Why the fuck is she alive??"
"It should have been Raven. Not her."
And the sad thing is,
They're right.
A fist knocks me to the ground .
And I don't fight back. I don't have energy. I don't have any muscles.
A kick to my stomach, and I swirl into blackness once again, hearing the screams echo in my ears.
***
"Raven, oh honey, it's okay, it's just a dream." My mom's soothing voice was laced with worry. She was holding me and stroking my back comfortingly in an attempt to calm me down.
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