Falling To Pieces Chapter 4
I'll Do It On My Wrist.
Hey Sorry that its taken so long to update. well a year actually. well I suffered a huge loss. and this chapter hit really close to home as the day after I finished it my close friend at school committed suicide. So. know how hard it is to post this fic. and don't judge. Also as a side note. Suicide will never be a way out from problems. it just creates grief and immense sadness for those you love.
Chapter 4:
Merton groaned, as sunlight seeped though the window onto his battered and bruised face. He blinked as he willed his eyes to focus. He picked himself up off the floor where he had collapsed and wandered into the bathroom of the seedy townhouse. For a long time Merton stared into the mirror at himself. What did he have to live for? He got beat up every afternoon, he no longer had a family, he had shunned his friends and his band, and was the most hated student at his school. 'Really Merton,' he thought to himself. 'What do you have to offer the world?' He kept staring. 'Exactly. Nothing.' Merton pushed himself away from the basin and checked his watch, 'SHIT school started in ten minutes!' He ran downstairs and got into his hearse. He put the keys in the ignition, and the car stalled. Merton rested his face in his arms on the steering wheel, and broke into sobs. Why would nothing in his life go right? What was wrong with him? He got out of the car and walked back upstairs to his room. He put on his Papa Roach CD and put it on Last Resort.
Cut my life into pieces/ I've reached my last resort/ Suffocation, No Breathing/ Don't give a fuck if I cut my arm, bleeding/ This is my last resort/
Merton then went to the kitchen and grabbed the largest knife he could find. All of a sudden he heard a knock at his door. He put down the knife and answered the door. There stood Dhani, a cheery look on her face. "Hey Merton!" she chirped. "Hey Dhani. wat are you doin' here?" Merton asked cautiously. She seemed to remember what she came for." Oh! You left your amp at my house two weeks ago! I've been meaning to give it back. So here it is!" She handed over the amp. "um.. thanks Dhani," Merton said awkwardly grabbing the amp. "Anyway, I gotta run, Merton.I'll call you tonight and we'll organise another practise!!" with an impish smile. She bounced back down stairs to her car and drove off. Merton went back and picked up the knife and wandered back into his room. He sat it down on his desk and pulled out a piece of paper and began to write.
To anyone who cares,
Cut my life into pieces. I've reached my last resort, suffocation, no breathing Don't give a fuck if I cut my arm bleeding. Would it be wrong would it be right If I took my life tonight, chances are that I might. Mutilation out of sight and I'm contemplating suicide. Cause I'm losing my sight losing my mind. Whish somebody would tell me I'm fine. Nothing's alright, nothing is fine. I'm running and I'm crying. I never realised I was spread too thin. Till it was too late and I was empty within. Hungry, feeding on chaos and living in sin. Downward spiral, where do I begin. It all started when I lost my mother. No love for myself and no love for another. Searching to find a love upon a higher lever. Finding nothing but questions and devils.
I can't go on living this way.
So when you find me. please know that this is my last resort...
So I'm going to paint a picture, A picture with a twist, I'll do it with a razor blade, I'll do it on my wrist, And the picture creates a fountain, And soon the blood will flow, I've finally found my escape, I'm freed of woe and sorrow.
Remember me for me. not for how I've departed.
Merton.
He folded the paper and walked with it and the knife over to his bed. For some reason he was strangely. This would make it all better. Nothing would bother him in eternal nothingness. He picked up the knife and exposed his arms, and cut deep and long from elbow to wrist. It was strange. Merton knew it was painful. but the pain made him feel better. It made him want to laugh. He felt light-headed and the last thing he knew before he was enveloped by the darkness was that he was finally free.
Hey Sorry that its taken so long to update. well a year actually. well I suffered a huge loss. and this chapter hit really close to home as the day after I finished it my close friend at school committed suicide. So. know how hard it is to post this fic. and don't judge. Also as a side note. Suicide will never be a way out from problems. it just creates grief and immense sadness for those you love.
Chapter 4:
Merton groaned, as sunlight seeped though the window onto his battered and bruised face. He blinked as he willed his eyes to focus. He picked himself up off the floor where he had collapsed and wandered into the bathroom of the seedy townhouse. For a long time Merton stared into the mirror at himself. What did he have to live for? He got beat up every afternoon, he no longer had a family, he had shunned his friends and his band, and was the most hated student at his school. 'Really Merton,' he thought to himself. 'What do you have to offer the world?' He kept staring. 'Exactly. Nothing.' Merton pushed himself away from the basin and checked his watch, 'SHIT school started in ten minutes!' He ran downstairs and got into his hearse. He put the keys in the ignition, and the car stalled. Merton rested his face in his arms on the steering wheel, and broke into sobs. Why would nothing in his life go right? What was wrong with him? He got out of the car and walked back upstairs to his room. He put on his Papa Roach CD and put it on Last Resort.
Cut my life into pieces/ I've reached my last resort/ Suffocation, No Breathing/ Don't give a fuck if I cut my arm, bleeding/ This is my last resort/
Merton then went to the kitchen and grabbed the largest knife he could find. All of a sudden he heard a knock at his door. He put down the knife and answered the door. There stood Dhani, a cheery look on her face. "Hey Merton!" she chirped. "Hey Dhani. wat are you doin' here?" Merton asked cautiously. She seemed to remember what she came for." Oh! You left your amp at my house two weeks ago! I've been meaning to give it back. So here it is!" She handed over the amp. "um.. thanks Dhani," Merton said awkwardly grabbing the amp. "Anyway, I gotta run, Merton.I'll call you tonight and we'll organise another practise!!" with an impish smile. She bounced back down stairs to her car and drove off. Merton went back and picked up the knife and wandered back into his room. He sat it down on his desk and pulled out a piece of paper and began to write.
To anyone who cares,
Cut my life into pieces. I've reached my last resort, suffocation, no breathing Don't give a fuck if I cut my arm bleeding. Would it be wrong would it be right If I took my life tonight, chances are that I might. Mutilation out of sight and I'm contemplating suicide. Cause I'm losing my sight losing my mind. Whish somebody would tell me I'm fine. Nothing's alright, nothing is fine. I'm running and I'm crying. I never realised I was spread too thin. Till it was too late and I was empty within. Hungry, feeding on chaos and living in sin. Downward spiral, where do I begin. It all started when I lost my mother. No love for myself and no love for another. Searching to find a love upon a higher lever. Finding nothing but questions and devils.
I can't go on living this way.
So when you find me. please know that this is my last resort...
So I'm going to paint a picture, A picture with a twist, I'll do it with a razor blade, I'll do it on my wrist, And the picture creates a fountain, And soon the blood will flow, I've finally found my escape, I'm freed of woe and sorrow.
Remember me for me. not for how I've departed.
Merton.
He folded the paper and walked with it and the knife over to his bed. For some reason he was strangely. This would make it all better. Nothing would bother him in eternal nothingness. He picked up the knife and exposed his arms, and cut deep and long from elbow to wrist. It was strange. Merton knew it was painful. but the pain made him feel better. It made him want to laugh. He felt light-headed and the last thing he knew before he was enveloped by the darkness was that he was finally free.