My Life Is Over Part 5

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"Mom, I-"my throat started to close up, I couldn't talk to the policeman now! I could feel the tears well up in my eyes and slowly  

start to spill over.  

"Too soon" I whispered, as I focused on the details of my purple bed  

spread because I was too ashamed to look at her.  

"Oh, honey, it's okay, I'm sure he'll understand" she said  

putting her hand on my arm for reassurance. I looked up at her and  

nodded.  

Stupid, stupid me. I had the chance to say something but I'm  

just too much of a coward. How could I let that opportunity slip  

through my fingers? If now's not fine, when will it be?  

There was silence and it wasn't awkward, it was just nice to  

have her company. I sat there, leaning against my headboard and she  

rested her back on the side of my shoulder, with one foot hanging off  

the edge of the bed. She sighed and turned her head to look at me  

directly, "honey, I've kept the policeman waiting long enough, I  

should go, do you want anything to eat?" she asked me as she got up  

from the bed and kissed me on the forehead.  

"No thanks," I said and slunk back down underneath my bed sheets.  

Should I?  

Should I not?  

Tears streamed down my face while I sat on the edge of my bed,  

thinking.  

The razor felt cold even compared to my frozen hands.  

I had fought the urge to cut myself before, but now I'm not sure.  

People say it's bad, but other people say it really elevates your pain.  

I imagine the pain I would have to endure to make the other pain  

go away. I cringe, but that thought isn't enough to make my other  

thoughts go away even temporarily.  

How could I be played by Alex?  

How could I get caught up in 'love'?  

Even for such a short time?  

How could I watch a murder and not say anything?  

How could I let an opportunity to actually say something slip  

through my fingers?  

Should I?  

Should I not?  

I lowered the razor to my wrist, but just stopped a few  

centimeters from my skin. I slowly placed the razor on top with hardly  

any pressure, still debating.  

Should I?  

Should I not?  

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I know, I know :P  

I havent uploaded in a while  

but on the bright side, I have three parts to upload and I'm working on the fourth! :)  

so PLEASE COMMENT! I want to know what you think!!

-Jessica<3

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