She hates me

"A journey's end~"

Mouth agape and eyes widened, her hand snapped up to her mouth. Tears streaming from her tear ducts. "Oh my god." She whispered in disbelief and dropped her phone on the army green bed. Sitting up she shook her head, strained gasps coming from her mouth. Saliva connecting her parted lips. In dismay she shook her head worse, more harshly. Her long brunette hair flying around in the loose bun it was in. Her black bra's right strap falling over her shoulder. "Oh my god. Oh my god.." She moved and held her legs to her chest, more gasps coming from her throat. "No no no.. No." Her breathing was shaking, voice hoarse.

She repeated this for most the night before grabbing the knife left out in the kitchen by her unknowing mother. Sneakily, though still shaking violently, she stalked her way back to her room. Tears dancing and rolling down her porcelain cheeks. In dismay she held the sharp object to her left, bruised, wrist. Lips quivering and cheeks flushed, she ran it over the many scars already left behind. Relief overwhelmed her. "Why.. Why why why..?" She dug the shining object into her skin deeper, carving the word 'why' on the canvas called her wrist. Her phone buzzed and buzzed but she ignored it, completely dissolved in her own world at the moment. Her tears falling from her chin onto the bed, legs crossed under her. Throwing the knife across the room, without much noise, she fell onto her side on the bed. Drained. Finally she looked at her phone, seeing that it was just the person that had already caused her pain, causing more damage.

"I fucking hate you!!!" She screeched and through her phone across the room in the same direction of the knife. Turning to the wall she punched it multiple times before curling into a ball with her black body pillow, crying into it long into the night.