This is it! I can't take it anymore! I can't take living like this anymore! I grabbed a butcher knife from the kitchen, and rushed up to my bedroom. The blade cold against my wrist now as I contemplated it. I scoffed at the thoughts of my family. They wouldn't care. They have never cared. My parents have never showed me the love and affection I needed. All sorts of negative thoughts went through my mind, saying I have never deserved their love. Maybe it was right. Taking several deep breaths, I attempted to calm my raging nerves. White lines met my gaze as I glanced at my left wrist. This time it'll be deeper.
After another deep breath, it happened. A scream of pure agony erupted from me as the knife cut deeply into my skin. A few seconds later, the pleasure came, my mind reacting to my injured body. I did the same to my other wrist, and waited. Waited for it to all be over. I stared blankly at the wall as the blood dripped from my wrists onto the hardwood floor. Tap. Tap. Tap. The sound of the liquid making contact with the floor was actually quite soothing. Black dots appeared in my vision, becoming light-headed from the blood loss. The world spun around me as I fell to the floor with a harsh thud. A dull ache shot up my shoulder, but soon I couldn't feel a thing. My tired eyes blinked a few times before staying closed. Maybe now, I won't have to suffer anymore. I thought to myself before slipping away completely.
A blinding light. It was the first thing that registered in my mind as I opened my eyes slightly. Everything was blurry, but I could make out a figure hovering over me. An angel maybe. A bunch of words that I could not recognize graced my ears as I closed my eyes again. It sounded like a whole different language to me. I was gone again just like that.
I opened my eyes for a second time, revealing a place that I have never seen before. Where am I? Is this a dream or am I dead? I wondered, but the stinging pain in my wrists made the idea of that go right down the drain. Oh, God! If this isn't a dream, then where the Hell am I? My eyes became wild with panic as I tried to find some sign that could tell me. I found nothing.
My breathing became labored, as I rushed to get out of bed, ignoring the immense pain in my wrists. Chest tightening and walls closing in, I tried to make my desperate escape. However, a person at the door caught me. I screamed and thrashed, trying my damnedest to get away. Just because I wanted to die doesn't mean I want to get kidnapped for there are far worse things than death. The man who caught me had no intentions of letting go. He whispered something to me that was oddly familiar. It must have been that strange language I heard when had first woken up. After a few moments, my struggling died down, but my breathing was still short and fast.
"Deep breaths, child," I couldn't understand that either. That language was different than the first one, though. My hand grasped my chest as the man sat me to the floor, holding me steady. His hands were gentle for a kidnapper. "You are safe here," he kept talking calmly. Though, I couldn't understand what he was saying, it still somewhat soothed me. "I am Lord Elrond, and you are in Imlandris. I have treated your wounds, but you will have to stay for awhile longer until they heal." I had finally calmed down some, and looked up at the man who helped me or kidnapped or whichever. He was alot taller than me, and had an intense look about him that just screamed authority figure. His hair was long, and what was that. Looking at his ears, I noticed. This man has pointed ears! This is a joke, right? It has to be! Maybe he's a cosplayer or something. I shook my own head at that thought. He didn't seem the type. What then? Am I actually seeing a honest to goodness Elf right now? I admit that I have never really been that much of a fan of fantasy, but everyone knows of Elves.
"S-sir, where am I?" The Elf looked at me with a seemingly confused expression on his face. He can't understand me any more than I can him. I sighed heavily. What am I going to do? I don't know where on Earth I am, and can't communicate with anyone. Despair hit me like a ton of bricks, but the question is why. Why am I worried about all this when I wanted to take my life so badly? None of this stuff should matter, but it kinda does.
The man led me back to the bed where he sat me down, and checked my injuries. Bandages were on my wrists, and even though I couldn't see the wounds, the stinging pain made me feel them. I was sort of embarrassed. What does he think of them? Does he think I'm crazy or weak like most of my family? Tears made tracks down my cheeks as I thought of them. They probably don't even miss me. His gentle hands undid the dressings, and the sight that greeted me was slightly unsettling. My wounds had been stiched up, but the thought of a needle going through my wrists disturbed me. If you couldn't guess, I'm not a fan of needles at all.
Once he was done, the Elf turned around to leave. I grabbed his hand in order to stop him. I could see the surprise in his eyes as he looked back at me. I smiled at him kindly as a way to say "thank you" without actually having to say anything.
"You are welcome," he smiled back at me slightly as an indication that he had accepted my thanks. I let go of his hand, and he continued to the door. "We will figure everything out, in time." He seemed to mutter whatever words he was saying to himself as if I could understand if he were to speak louder. I still have so many unanswered questions. I hope I find out what's going on soon. I thought to myself as I tried to fall asleep as my body was exhausted, but no rest came. Ugh! I hope I get used to this because I have a feeling I won't be going anywhere anytime soon.