DISCLAIMER: I do not own the Doctor (sadly..) or the ideas that come from the show (i.e. the TARDIS and the was it travels)
Is there a point that you become beyond saving?
This is the question that haunted the young girl as she sat alone in her room. Crying silently to herself, she looked down at a letter, but not just a letter. The letter. It was the letter that would explain everything. The letter that would apologize for everything she had done. All the people she had angered. All the people she hadn't been good enough for. Even all the people who had done nothing for her.
It was her suicide letter.
The 16 year old folded the letter in perfect fourths, sniffling and wiping her eyes to clear her vision. Looking at the mascara streak across her hand, she stood up and reached out her hand to set the letter on her cluttered dresser. Looking up, she stared at her reflection on the mirror that hung above the dresser on the wall. In the dim light she could still make out every detail of herself. Her blonde hair was ratted from running her hands through it, mascara and eyeliner was smeared across her face. She looked up and down the body she had been starving for months, trying to be perfect. Perfect like all the other girls. Looking back up, she met the gaze of her own brown eyes and tears began to fall quicker. How could a girl who had everything end up like this?
Wiping her nose across her sleeve, she stepped back from the mirror, turning toward the double doors that enclosed her closet. She sniffled again, stepping to the doors and closing her eyes. Tonight was the night. Tonight she would finally end the pain.
With a creak, the girl opened the door on the right. Her tears had stopped falling as she reached up and removed the shoebox from the top shelf. Carrying it to her bed, she heard footsteps outside her door. Her chest clenched as she froze, praying that the sound of footsteps would carry on down the hall. Straining her ears and leaning forward, she heard the steps fade and her brother's door close with a click. He must have been up for a late night bathroom break.
Wiping her nose with her sleeve again, she sat down on the floor, leaning back on the side of her bed. She shrugged her arms out of her favorite hoodie and tossed it up on her bed. She set the box between her legs on the wooden floor, pulling the lid off and setting it next to herself. Reaching into the box, she pulled out a shining blade. This was her blade she used to make her very first cut on her arm, so how fitting it would make her last. She clenched her teeth and placed the blade to her wrist. She whispered for God to please forgive her, and she dug the blade in.
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