I catch a shiny razor in the corner of my eye, I crawl over to it and pick it up.
Stains, stains of dried blood and tears.
I see a notepad next to it, filled with suicide notes and messages however sides can't die unless we fade, unless.
I roll done my sleeve, seeing cuts and scars from a lot of attempts.
Cut, cut, cut.
A couple more.
Cut, cut, cut.
With a aching arm, I stand up and clean it up.
They never cared and they never will.
《2 hours later》
Sitting in silence, I let my worries, fears and thoughts swarm my head.
Suddenly standing up, I start to pack a bag, I don't know where I'll go but away from here.
It takes a little bit of time to prioritise all my stuff into a backpack but I manage.
With a sigh and looking back at my room, I leave my notebook on my bed in case they try looking for me.
'All I have to do now is sneak out.' I quietly close the door and fast walk out.
Quickly shutting the door of behind me I walk at a good pace into the city to find my friend, Greed.