When people keep pushing you towards the edge, you are eventually going to fall.
Bitch, Slut, Fat Retard Dumb, Goth. The list is endless, and every year it gets worse. Patricia had had enough she was on the edge about to fall. After been ganged up on by her so called friends, she ran back to the house she couldn't take this anymore. She ran up stairs and into the bathroom. She looked into the mirror, her eyeliner and mascara and eyeliner was smudged running down her face from the tears. The words from her class mates circled around in her head. She ran out of the bathroom and into her bedroom to grab her razor. She ran back to the bathroom crying. She rolled up her selves revealing then hundreds of scars that once relieved her pain. But Patricia wanted the pain to stay away forever. She wanted to go to paradise. She slowly dug the razor into her wrist aiming for the vein. She dug it in deep. Patricia was crying so hard, she didn't notice her boyfriend come up behind her and grab her hand stopping her from cutting wrist. Patricia turned around and cried into Eddie's shirt. Maybe if Eddie didn't stop Patricia, she would be dead. She would not be here; she would be in Paradise, away from the pain. But Eddie did stop her, and now she is here and she will live the rest of her life. You only get one life, don't end. Eddie was the one that caught Patricia as she was falling.
When people keep pushing you towards the edge, you are eventually going to fall. Let's just hope there is someone there to catch you.
