Melinda pulled up her shirt sleeve slowly taking a shaky breath and biting her lip. All she wanted was for everything and everyone to go away and take all the pain and suffering they had caused her with them. Looking down at her pale wrist she noticed all the blue veins beneath and she began to wonder how much she would need to bleed before she was dead and her heart would never beat again. This was only one shot at this; there could be no mistakes, no hospital trip. Melinda knew if she lived through an attempted suicide it would give the kids at school even more reason to make fun of her, and for her parents to be even more embarrassed and disappointed by her existence.
Melinda placed the blade hard against her upper wrist, sucking in air and closing her eyes she knew this was it. The most agonizing pain beyond imagination racked her whole body as the blade sliced through her skin and veins. Chocking out a sob of anguish the blade fell from her hand and clattered on the bathroom floor splattering blood. Opening her eyes they grew wide in horror at what she had done, it was happening to fast as the blood gushed out everywhere and covered the front of her shirt. It hurt, it all hurt so badly, it was too late though.
The sound of her heartbeat was taking over her hearing as it began to get slower and slower. Melinda tried to crawl towards the bathroom door, feeling her own blood slick beneath her hands and knees. This was all wrong; this was supposed to take all my pain away, but all Melinda felt was terrified she wasn't ready to die.
Melinda began to feel cold and lightheaded and her breath came out in short gasp, as she struggled to keep her eyes open.
"Help….help me" she whispered out.
No one could hear her though and she knew that, she would die alone her on her bathroom floor. Laying her head down in a pool of her own blood a few tears managed to slip down her cheeks. Melinda closed her eyes and never opened them again.