This is to the people who think its over and think the razor is the wrists best friend. ps its non fic
THE POOL OF BLOOD
Drip! Drip! Drip! My wrist was bleeding deep thick blood. The tub turned red as if it turned to a pool of blood itself. I saw all the red liquid but it didnt look like enough. I reached over for the blade at the edge of the tub. I pulled the blade over my wrist and sliced a thin line that seemed to turn straight to a line of blood. The pain was strong and sweet. It seemed to over take the pain of reality. The pain was like a numbing drug to the injurys of life.
" Lacey!" yelled my mother from down stairs." you have to get ready for school,so get out of the tub!"
I pulled my self out of the pool of blood and grabbed a towel to rapped it around my self. Then I grabbed a medium sized rag and rapped it around my wrist. My mother didnt know i cut my self. I just couldnt tell her. No one i know ofeven knew.
