Many of yall may not be too happy with the overrated stuff in dis chapter... If u don't like blood and cutting and evrythng(Im spoiling the entire thing tho) myb u can skip this chapter but thn thats just sad but ye its your choice Okay? (YE BOIIIII)*~*~*~*~* ♡♡Ohhh and Im holding a competition.... Whoever makes the best banner/cover for the bk I will give yall a follow and will read ur bk(s) and vote obviously:)))) So pls pls pls do participate, 2nd place will receive a follow!!♡♡ If not lets get starteddd!!!☆☆☆
Dedicated to:aint_dat_muggle
Hannah walked into the place, that she will dare not call home. Her dorm room. People in her dorm room were not diffrent from the others, this was anthor place for the taunting and the haunting.
She went to the bathroom and grimaced as she looked around. This would be the place where it happens, where she finally could be released. She will be picked from people's shoulders, from Earth's shoulder because she was nothing less than a burden. She made syre to check that no one was around to witness anything. They had brought enough pain into her life. Everyone was downstairs enhoying lunch while Hannah was making a life-changing decision.
Or should I say a life ending one.
So Hannah went in, took her razor and stepped on it, the blade came out automatically, causing a gash on her sole. It was okay, it truly was... it just helped her experience a little of the pain that she was going to go through.
She stepped into her bath tub and filled it with water. She took the blade in her hands and as she stared at it all memories came crashing back. She couldn't take it anymore and tears were shed. Like always. She used to think that wasting her tears on people who insult her was worthless but now she knows that worthless will always be a name attached to her. She brought the blade up to her hands and without a second thought, stared cutting horizontally. She opened her eyes and was met with red. Red blood. Dripping down her hands.
It would be a lie if I said her face was red with pain because it was not. It was as pale as a sheet of paper. However the water was so red as though each drop of precious blood was some kind of bath bomb.She put her hand in the water and grimaced, already regretting the decision. She let out a breath she didn't know she was holding.
But little did she know that that would have been her last breath...
And then before she zoned into the deep darkness called death, only one thought ranged in her mind
Some people cared but nobody cared enough.
A/N:
Soooooo how u doin?
Okay sry guys but no death threats pls *puts hands up and surrenders*
Sooo hope u like it! Vote and comment my dearest.... Yall are the bestest (cos best isn't enough to describe u) Okay then Bye bye! Oh and kids pls do not try dis at home okay....
~Aleena :^)
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