I sat on the floor, tears still falling from my pale face. I had screwed everything up, theres no going back. I kept thinking over and over again how stupid I was, to fall for some stupid prick. I closed my eyes as tight as I could, and took a couple deep breaths. Of course they didn't help me, at all. I stood up, and pulled open the cabinet. I pulled out a small black box, and carefully opened it to see my stuff.. My eyes grew big with the idea, to make the pain go away. It seemed like a dream, so far away. You might think I was crazy, but if you felt the pain I was in.. I just wanted it to stop.. I grabbed the razor blade and slowly sank back down against the wall. I stared at it for a little, then carefully slid my fingers around it. The blood dripping from my finger seemed so.. Alluring.
I tightened my grip on the tiny razorblade, and lowered it down my hand, so it lay above my wrist. I thought for a moment, on how the pain from my finger distracted me from the pain all together. I asked myself, do I dare? At this point I just wanted everything to stop.. I wanted people to love me again, for who I am. I wanted my parents to not be disapointed in me, I wanted the one I loved to love me back. I wanted everything to be normal, I wanted everything to not hurt. I dropped about a centimeter onto my wrist, and slid it acrost, still holdinf the razorblade in my other hand. I closed my eyes, and let out a loud scream. The first always hurt the most.. I told myself. I looked down and the big gash in my arm, blood already climbing down my pant legs. The red seemed to flow out, as if it wanted out of my body. I held up my other arm, and brought it back to the poistion and repeated this several times.
I guess you could say, I made the pain go away..