//Quick note about this story. It does have a trigger warning, there is mention of suicide and depression. Please read at your own risk. I've been working on this for a while. It will take a while for my updates because of me being a academic highschool student. I apologize for that.
My time in this world won't mean anything after today. I pulled out the one thing that could change my life. This knife is the only friend I have. He tells me nice things about the place I will go after this. He says that the place I'm going is nice and warm, he tells me that I will never feel alone.
I can feel my very being dripping as if I had already left. Taking this now sharpened blade I carved into a wall, 'I don't matter.' , I've always wondered what it's like to smile. I took the gleaming rugged blade and carved a permanent grin into my cheaks the dark scarlet red dripping from the edges, I feel like I'm free, but I know that I'm not.
My hands moving on their own, push the knife to give me freedom. I feel it, agony yet it's also feels so exhilarating. My heart slowly floats to the abyss. My soul will be gone. For I am free "Good bye cruel world" is all I managed to choke out before I clapse. A large thud was emitted from my body. I heard foot steps, and a worried knock.
My foster mom opened the door, she looked in to see a barren body, my barren body. Just laying there. The last thing I heard were her sobs as she dialed a number into a phone. I could hear it, and then I couldn't hear anything. I couldn't see anything. The knife lied about me not being alone, because this place is vacant, and now I'm more alone than ever before.
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