*Noran POV*
"Get him!"
"Kill the Fag!"
I ran down the street, away from the high school bullies behind me. Breathing hard, I turn into an alleyway, following the intricate, confusing maze that my photographic memory knows all to well.
The adrenaline causes my brain to become foggy, and I can no longer link together the complicated thoughts that my brain usually eases into strategy, how to get away. One had a knife. I'm beaten and bruised. Nothing new there. My stomach is bleeding. Two deep, painful lacerations. That's that's what's new, I've never been cut by anyone but myself before. I know that it's wrong, but it makes me feel better.
The new variables, knife, cuts, bleeding profusely. My mind is fogged, and all I can think is run. Run like hell. The voices are telling me to run. Insane. I hear voices, but the assholes chasing me don't know that. I can hide it, I simply ran out of my meds, and since my parents died two weeksago, so I don't have the money to pay to refill them. That's why I can hear them, but don't mind. Having two voices in my head is like having two extra brains, that each provide unique and helpful advice. They're my friends, the only 'people' left that care about me.
I finally made to my house, safety. Slamming the door shut, I slide to the floor crying. My brain isn't working, as I stand, shaking clutching my bleeding stomach. That's the last straw. I no longer have the will to live.
Thoughts run through my head, how to do it. I decide on the easiest. I'll cut my wrists again, one last time. That and my stomach, still bleeding. I'll pass out once the adrenaline fades, and I'll die in my sleep.
I make my way to the bathroom, grabbing one of my father's razors. With a deep breath, then a sigh, I slit my wrists. Left, then right. Setting down the razor, I get in the bathtub. Damn my generous nature. Fuck it. I get out of the bathtub. If I'm gonna die here, I'm gonna be fucking comfortable when I kick the bucket. Trudging out of the bathtub, ironically kicking over the trash can. I go upstairs, laying down on the bed.
I feel my mind and body begin to shut down. As I begin fading into the darkness. I can't help but smile. The first genuine, happy smile I've given since my parents died.
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