I closed my eyes against the memories that tried to fill my vision. It didn’t work, never did. I held the sharp knife in my shaking hand, over my other arm. My face pale, I whispered what I hoped would be my last words “You never loved me”. Tears ran down my cheeks, falling to the cold white tile floor, mixing with red. Crimson criss-cross cuts littered my arm, I reopened every scar from before, adding new ones. I ran a finger through the puddle that surrounded me, frowning ‘ so much, yet so little’ before reaching to the wall closest to me and writing in my own blood. The words ran down as if if an old horror movie, my eyes on their own accord watched my bloody message “are you happy now?”.
I didn’t see them enter my family house, by the time they arrived only ten second were left. The feeling long go left my body, seconds from death and suddenly it feels like the world is on fire. My throat is locked up, no screams, I hear talking but I can’t understand what they are saying, when did I close my eyes?
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