The slices on my arm look worse than usual today, the blood accidentally spilled onto my date dress tonight and I have no time to change, I guess tonight's the night I'll tell my boyfriend about my suicide thoughts.
"hey babe! How are you-" jason interrupts himself "emily before I freak out- never mind that WHAT THE HECK HAPPENED TO YOUR ARM"
Jason screams, his knees getting rug burned on my living room floor. "I don't think I have told you about my suicide attempts..." I whimper "when did this start and why, I want a answer NOW!" Jason says orderly
"it all started when my parents got in a car wreck when I was just two years old, I was sent to my uncles house to live there, he started abusing me at the age of 7, he grabbed glass bottles and threw them at me, he had no reasoning to abuse me besides the fact that he hates me he just hates me because I am me" I explained "go on.." jason said wanting to know more. "When I was no older than 10 he thought I was ready for a higher amount of abuse, he started buying whips and glass bottles like before just hitting and whipping me until I turned black and blue, when I was 12 I got so done with it and I wanted to die I started cutting myself with paper clips then it went onto knifes then... I started trying to hang my self...." I explain more about how I continued hanging myself everyday trying to die, I have gone down to only cutting myself morning and night, I have gotten a lot better. Jason was wondering why I still continued it* after my uncle died when I graduated c. I told him I continued because I felt guilty and I thought that it was my fault that he died.
"Em, this has got to stop I love you and you can't have you commit suicide" he says pulling up his white washed sleeve, he puts water upon his arm and I see cut scars... "when did you start?" I say wanting a answer, "about a year ago, my parents thought I was the dumb child who did everything terrible, I went to a arts college and they shamed me the worst you have ever seen, now a year after college I am still cutting because I feel ashamed of myself" jason admits looking down on himself. "I stopped today, I officially quit" jason says a smile starting to show on his dreamy face, his white teeth sparkling against my stain-glass windows. "I hope you'll quit to!" He says excitedly.
YOU ARE READING
Make a choice
General Fiction"Make a choice" is a story about Emily, a girl in her mid-20's who has major depression. She is having to decide between her one and only love and her peace, what will she do? Will she die? Will she live? Who knows? (Completed)
