•×trigger warning I guess. Contains suicide... ו
I headed up to the roof as I normally do when I feel like this. I pulled the back off of my phone as quietly as possible, watching something metalic fall into my lap. Carefully I took the small, cold object into my shaking hands. With a deep breathe, I pushed razor to my forearm, dragging it across the area slowly. Deep red liquid quickly dripped from the fresh wound. Once the chosen area of skin was covered by blood, I felt angry, hot tears pool in my eyes. Always careful not to go too deep. Always going across the wrist, not down the arm. A scream boiled in my throat though I held it inside. I was done being the failure. Tired of being careful, tip toe, trying to please society. I looked down at my left arm, so clean. I pushed the blade to that arm and pushed it in deep, making a gash from wrist to elbow. I was bleeding profusely and crying about the same amount. My arm burned with a searing pain. My mind went fuzzy and my vision began to blur. I whispered out to my soulmate, secret crush, my partner in crime. I lied down and closed my eyes drifting to sleep.
•×Sorry for the short story. It's based of a dream I had a while ago.ו
