This was it. She sent her last texts to her friends. Her parents were at work so the last they would know of her would be the letters. She filled the bath with warm water and kept it flowing. She set the blade on the side. She slipped on her favorite shirt she owned and simply a pair of shorts. Her mind was set. She locked herself in the bathroom. There she was sitting in the tub. Ready to go. She took the blade to her wrist. They began to bleed. They kept bleeding until the water was red. She wasn't gone yet. It wasn't enough. She slit her neck. She bled out. The water overloaded onto the floor. And soon enough under the bathroom door. Her mother came home to a wet floor. Searching for her daughter, calling she found her no where with no repose. She unlocked the bathroom door to see her lifeless child in a bath full of blood. She screamed.
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ActionTW🚩 the scars from may are faded, more begin to appear on her wrists, and legs. The story of a young teen struggling trying to escape this miserable world.
