I had given up.
I had absolutely no reason to live anymore.
My parents had stopped loving me and I don't blame them. I mean they didn't really choose to have me, and even if they had, how would they have known I would turn out to be such a failure?
My parents had Cooper 7 years before they had me, and he was perfect in every. Single. Way. They had the perfect child already, why have another one?
One night, on their anniversary, cooper was seven and a friend invited him to have a sleepover, my parents took the opportunity, got drunk and well, one thing led to another…
And here I am 16 years and 9 months later; forgotten at home, bullied at school; even my own mind is not a safe place anymore!
I look at the razor in my hand, thinking of the first time I cut, how stupid I thought it was before I had gotten to that point.
How is this supposed to make me feel better?" I thought out loud."
And then I got it.
The sharp pain I felt on my wrist.
The thrill of what had just happened.
The thin line of blood that got redder and redder, every second.
For a second, everything was ok.
I was focusing on the pain on my wrist instead of the constant pang of loneliness I felt in my heart.
I had thought that with my new way of coping, everything would be better.
But I was wrong.
I am a worthless waste of space they said.
I shouldn't be allowed to be alive they said.
I was just going to give them what they wanted.
I was so focused on my goal,
My mind was full of memories and regrets.
My eyes were full of tears and dread.
I didn't hear the main door open or close,
I didn't hear the footsteps up the stairs nor the voice calling my name.
The only thing I remember before my world blacked out was;
"BLAINE!"
(A/N)
so this my first story...
English is not my first language, so correct away :)
umm i will continue if you'd like a continuation of the story, what happens next is already in my head so yeah, i just want to know if its worth it.