Why Do We Scream?
Summary: Is it a cry for help? To get attention? Is it a cry of relief? An exclamation of adrenaline? Or a declaration? For me it's just another sound no one will ever hear from my mouth ever again.
A/N: Omg… suicide alert. Enjoy? No wait, don't enjoy, weep and mourn because if you enjoy you are a masochist…
I should just pack my things and move in here. The bathroom is practically my home now, I spend most of my time in here. A locked door, a pale canvas, and a sharp paintbrush is all I ever need in here. Making art with my favorite color, red. I wish I could move in this bathroom but no, I'm moving somewhere else, somewhere far away.
I look at myself in the mirror the night before my departure. I looked pale and skinny… well skinnier. Dark bags weighted under my once blue, now gray, eyes. My hair was dirty, limp, and unruly. Lips were just as pale and were also dry and cracked. I've been dehydrating myself lately.
I grab my razor and unroll the sleeves of my hoodie. I sigh, my arms are infected again but that's okay they'll help me get flying. I wasn't worried about it at all but the thing that weighed in my mind was the screams erupting from my mouth. Why do we scream anyway? It's just a loud sound that comes out of the mouth and it annoys and frightens people.
I get ready to operate. I start from one side of my arm to the other side, it's my routine. I cut from side to side and then open the cuts up even more by slicing from my elbow up to my wrist. More blood comes out that way.
I grip the razor tightly and open my skin.
I scream.
"DOUGIE!" You scream
"DOUGIE BE QUIET!" We all scream.
Why do we scream?
Is it a cry for help? To get attention? Is it a cry of relief? An exclamation of adrenaline? Or a declaration? For me it's just another sound no one will ever hear from my mouth ever again.
"DOUGIE SHUT UP!" Thud… "Finally…"
A/N: What an ending…? If you don't get the ending I understand 'cause I'm a confusing author, just PM meh if you got questions. Bye bye!
