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Finally Free
The words rang through, never-ending, repeating themselves in my head. 'I hate you,' Did she mean it? I would say so, we fight a lot, and if it was known, I hate her too, we just put up with each other, with her living here and me living here, I feel like an outsider in my own home, no one here, no one to care, no one to miss me. I could it feel today, today I had found the right one. Lifting the stainless steel to my skin, holding it in my right hand with the plastic handle, pressing down on the handle, the knife dug into my skin, pulling it back along my skin, the blood, the richness of red. The blood dripped from my wrist to the floor, rolling down around my wrist like a charm bracelet. Moving the knife further up my arm, I did it again and again and again until all I could see was red. I wrote no note; they did not deserve one, never giving me the time of day, only talking to me when they needed something, treating me as if I were a maid, were a low life to be ignored.
I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry...
"I'm sorry I didn't do it sooner..." I whisper smiling, I am finally free...