To everyone who reads this...thank you for at least taking a look at this story. Story is gonna have romance, angst and mature themes so if u can't handle it I suggest you shouldn't read it. I've been working on this as a original fiction but decided to try it out as a fanfic. Hope you like and enjoy.
Disclaimer: All of the characters and themes that related to the Harry Potter Series are not mine.
Suicidal Tendencies
As I look out the window, the storm getting worse by the minute only
reminds me of the inner turmoil's that I have. The constant debating in my brain
and aching in my heart only makes me do what I do. I queh reality makes me act the way I
act. Going through all the things I've gone through why should I put up this shit.
I reach for my pocket knife and my stash of pills from my hidden box where no
one can see what I do. I cut my skin into thin, straight, and clean lines. Letting
the blood flow out of me as if my pain is the blood. As I use my pocket knife, I
ponder, while my life is in pieces why do the lines on my arm seem so orderly? I
can't figure out why so instead I pop two pills so I can escape reality once more.
More to come...Please leave any comments to tell me what you think. Thanks a bunch.
