Scissors

I sit in the darkness alone and scared scarred by the gloominess of this room, it's the house of horrors and I am in it, I'm on a desk with the pencils in their pink metal holder, but they don't talk to me I have no friends, I want to escape and be used again for what I am supposed to be used for rather then what I am being used for. My handles ache and my jaws are sore I want to get out but I can't move, for I am a pair of scissors I'm not made to move, the smiley face on my side doesn't bring joy and happiness like it used to, when she would take me to school with her and I would see how happy she was, but she doesn't do that anymore I never see her happiness anymore where did it go? I wonder if she misses taking me to school or if the others miss me, I sure miss them, I miss them a lot.

She is home, she has come home I close my eyes as I think about when I was with the happiest girl alive, she was happy about life and had great friends who loved her and a loving family to go along with it, what happened to her smile and her confidence, I mean now she comes home gets something to eat and comes into her room and cries, she cries so much, I wonder how she has that much water stored in her system maybe she is always dehydrated so she cries, but why would u cry if you are dehydrated? Is stuff happening to her at school and she doesn't want me to see or hear it. Oh no she is opening the door a ray of light came into the darkened room as she walked in trapping the light outside as she closed it behind her, what is going to happen to me, is all I can think about I'm terrified of what this girl has become.

She didn't come near me I'm surprised she normally comes to me and tells me about how good school is going and tells me she is sorry for what she does with me, but I don't believe it, does she even know I'm alive, well alive but can't move to escape, why can't she be happy I don't understand doesn't she have friends anymore do they even know she is sad cause if they did they would help her wouldn't they? Oh no she is coming back again and this time she is walking towards me, what is she going to do, she picks me up by my orange handles as I thought of the worst she can do. I braced myself for what was to come, she opened my steel jaws and Slice! Slice! Slice! She did it she cut herself, blood is pouring onto the table, omg what have I done, she is moving me again oh no not again don't do this, the blood tastes foul I don't want her to do it again, Slice! Slice! Slice! She did it, world why doesn't, she have love or a will to live, she is crying now what is she going to do with me, she places me down on the desk of nightmares my jaws in the pool of blood the stench is toxicating I'm slowly drowning.

I look over to her bed where I see a rope hanging from the ceiling, she was sitting on the floor leaning against the bed, was she about to kill herself and was she actually going to kill herself, what about her family and her friends is she really going to leave this all behind don't they love her enough to make her stay, I feel like I have been asking myself this for a long time, does she get help or is she too scared or embarrassed to ask for any. She got up off the floor and got onto her bed is she going to do it? This is it for me after this I will probably be thrown out, she is now looking at the rope hanging from the hook on the ceiling she grabbed the rope and put it around her neck I heard her mumble some words but I couldn't hear cause I was too far away, after she said that she walked to the edge of her bed and walked off, I heard struggling then it all stopped and the room fell silent. Now I just sit here alone in the darkness, the little girl I once knew gone within a couple seconds "Goodbye Morgan," I say as I pass out from all the blood.