A/n... Okay... nope, not fanficing Teen Idol... I've never even heard of it. I'm fan-ficing Speak by Laurie Halse Anderson... she's a lot of my inspiration... also, this is my first story, so if i screwed this up or anything... I'm sorry.
Disclaimer: This is an original story, the characters are mine, and yeah... I own it.
It couldn't be this easy. I looked down at the bathroom counter and then at my arm. It was far too simple. I picked up the sharp blade in my hand. I held out my unmarred, perfect arm. I pressed the blade to my skin. Bright, red droplets began to appear... I pressed harder as the sense of relief settled in. My nightmare was over, but it soon came crashing back down on me as I watched the blood run down my arm. I wanted more; but not now. I looked up at the clock and grabbed a paper towel and cleaned off my arm hurriedly. I pulled the sleeve of my hoody down and ran to my room. Just in time, I thought. I heard his car pull up into our driveway. He was the one who made me do this, he'd pushed me over the edge. I simply couldn't stand him anymore.