I couldn't breathe. The world was spinning out of control. Tears blurred my vision and I gasped for air. Even the smallest amount of oxygen slipped away as soon as I breathed it in. It was no use, nothing could help me.
'Why did he leave me here alone?' That thought repeated over and over until I couldn't take it anymore. Memories broke through and stole my vision. The sound of distant laughter pulled me farther in as memories of happier times filtered through. Memories from a different century.
My fists clenched and a sharp sting brought me back to the present. I looked down and saw blood coating my palm, a sharp razor blade tinted red resting limply in my hand. I cried harder as I remembered what I was doing on my bathroom floor.
The pain was just too much. I knew the only way to feel better was to end it all. How was I supposed to live when the my reason for living was gone? When he had left me?
With shaking hands I pressed the blade into the soft skin of my wrist. It cut smoothly like butter. I felt compelled to cut more. I grabbed my other wrist and cut deeper, harder. I laid back, feeling relieved. I was ready to leave.
I heard the door open and a sharp gasp as I slipped into darkness.
A/N: Hey guys! This is my first story here and I'm so nervous to post it because who knows what kind of reactions I'll get. I've been thinking about this for a while now and I'd like to share it on this website. I hope you liked the prologue. If you have any questions or concerns, PM me or you can access me on my social media, which is listed in my profile. I'm also open to having a beta if possible, so if you're interested, I'm here!