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It was the usual dark, drab, chilly day. As I held the knife in my hand I began to think. I thought allot. Only this time it was it was a choice that would change my life forever. It was a choice between life of death, to go or to stay and be walked all over. I was twenty years old and on the brink of destruction. There were plenty of years ahead of me to live life to the fullest, but there was constantly tension between me and my boyfriend, I couldn't take it anymore. I wanted out. And to me there was only one way to do that... Suicide. The knife was calling my name, it wanted me. Only, part of me didn't want to die. As I drew the knife towards my chest I heard someone running up the stairs. It was Rick. He was drunk even worse than before he was going to kill me. Unless I killed myself first.
Thank God the door was locked. All I could hear was him cussing, screaming, and threatening me. I glanced at my suitcase and thought about a way to escape the horror without suicide. At that moment I dropped the knife and ran to the dresser, pulled out the drawer and dumped all my clothes into it. I opened my window and jumped. I was hoping the fall would kill me, but it didn't. So I did the only thing I knew how to do. Run. I was free. Free from all the horror of my past life and my troubled relationship.
I had to have been running for at least an hour. By then I felt strangely weak. I looked down and noticed blood running down my left arm. // The knife must have sliced my arm when I dropped it // I thought. I then began to panic. Instead of panicking I just smiled and thought that I would find peace in death. Slowly I lost my grip to reality and blacked out. And I was left there in the middle of the city, left to die, the way I wanted it... Or at least I thought .
A/N: Thank you for reading my story. There will be more if I get reviews !!!!!!
It was the usual dark, drab, chilly day. As I held the knife in my hand I began to think. I thought allot. Only this time it was it was a choice that would change my life forever. It was a choice between life of death, to go or to stay and be walked all over. I was twenty years old and on the brink of destruction. There were plenty of years ahead of me to live life to the fullest, but there was constantly tension between me and my boyfriend, I couldn't take it anymore. I wanted out. And to me there was only one way to do that... Suicide. The knife was calling my name, it wanted me. Only, part of me didn't want to die. As I drew the knife towards my chest I heard someone running up the stairs. It was Rick. He was drunk even worse than before he was going to kill me. Unless I killed myself first.
Thank God the door was locked. All I could hear was him cussing, screaming, and threatening me. I glanced at my suitcase and thought about a way to escape the horror without suicide. At that moment I dropped the knife and ran to the dresser, pulled out the drawer and dumped all my clothes into it. I opened my window and jumped. I was hoping the fall would kill me, but it didn't. So I did the only thing I knew how to do. Run. I was free. Free from all the horror of my past life and my troubled relationship.
I had to have been running for at least an hour. By then I felt strangely weak. I looked down and noticed blood running down my left arm. // The knife must have sliced my arm when I dropped it // I thought. I then began to panic. Instead of panicking I just smiled and thought that I would find peace in death. Slowly I lost my grip to reality and blacked out. And I was left there in the middle of the city, left to die, the way I wanted it... Or at least I thought .