Stay

1.

I burst into my house and let the tears escape my eyes. I ran upstairs and into my bedroom throwing my bag onto my bed.

I ran into the bathroom and rummaged through my drawers looking for one of my blades. My parents were still at work and they wouldn't be home for a few hours so I didn't worry about closing the door. I found one of my small, sharp blades in the bottom of a drawer and started slicing at my wrists.

I am a mess. I'm not good enough. I can't handle it anymore. So many thoughts were rushing through my head.

I felt some kind of relief from slicing at my own flesh but it wasn't enough. No matter how deep I cut.

I fell to the floor, my pale wrists were once again stained red, filled with cuts that I would never see become scars. Blood dripped onto the white tiles. I sat there crying. tears streaming down my face.

I couldn't bare it anymore. All these feeling I had bottled up inside, I couldn't contain them any longer. I didn't want to be in this world anymore. And I had convinced myself that no one would miss me.

I pulled myself up from the ground and opened the mirror cupboard I grabbed the first bottle of pills I could and looked at my face in the mirror. My mascara running down my face, bright red puffy eyes I fell onto the floor again into the small pool of blood that had dripped from my left arm. I screamed in pain.

I opened the bottle and took out three of the pills swallowing them all at once. I leant against the wall swallowing another two pills as tears streamed down my cheeks.

All these thoughts running through my head was making me crazy, I swallowed more of the pills hoping it would all go away soon.

But of course it didn't. I continued to sit there against the wall. Screaming. My clothes soaking in my own blood. The thoughts getting worse every second.

I started feeling nauseous as my breath tightened. I took another three pills out of the bottle and put them towards my mouth.

I swallowed them and my eyes started to close. My vision had blurred and I became weak and dropped the bottle.

I saw a shadowy figure run into the bathroom before my eyes fully shut and everything went black.