I feel emo today. I cry and complain, I cut myself. My razor blade is stained with blood, my face stained with tears. I have no friends, everyone hates me.
I slip out of class and head twords the field so that I may express my feelings freely. I take out my blade and take in a deep breath. My hand comes down twords my wrist, near the central vein. I feel a prick of pain, then I feel the wwarm blood spill over. Though this hurts extremely, I take the blade and dig deeper. I can now feel the blade cutting through muscle and sinew. Though I should be screaming in pain, I do not hesitate to gash myself further still.
I am now sobbing freely. I colapse to the ground and stay huddled. As I fall, I can feel the blade being shoved into my arm from contact with the ground. I feel the blade come in contact with bone. I writher in pain and scream at the absolute top of my lungs, but there is no one around to hear.
I think to myself WELL, AT LEAST IT WILL BE OVER SOON. I WILL SOON DIE OF BLOOD LOSS, AND I WILL NOT BE FORCED TO ENDURE DAY AFTER DAY OF PAIN AND SORROW. IT WILL ALL BE OVER SOON. But then, I black out.
When I awake, I am sitting in a hospital bed, connected to a number of IV's and other machinary. Though I notice that I am still wearing my regular ensamble. As the nurse walks in and asks me if I would like more pain medication, I decline the offer and inspect my bandages./ When the doctor walks in, he puts up the x-rays for me to see. I can immeadately make out the blade and the damage it had done. The doctor says that they replaced the ammount of blood I had lost. They let me go home and as I step inside the house, I take out my other blade and unwrap my bandages.
I feel emo today.
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GreyWolf4
20:15 Dec 14 2010
PS, dudn't really happen.