Chapter 5- Hate.
Why won't anyone tell me they hate me? Why is it so hard to admit my idiotic self is hated? I know they all think I'm crazy, but I don't care.
Why is it so hard to kill myself? I need him to tell me he hates me. It will trigger my suicide actions.
Just remember, he fucked you, told you he would love you forever, more than his car, then you let him do it… And he left you. All he wanted was action, it was never love.
I grab the knife under my bed, placing the blade near my heart. Praying for forgiveness. I decide to send him a text before I do it.
To: Keith
- goodbye.
I turn my phone off and continue. Tears slide down my cheek. You have to do it Bliss. You will be forgotten, it won't matter. No one wants you. No one needs you.
I don't want my heart to stop. But I want it to slow. So I bring the knife to my stomach. Think of what he did. Keith left you. Forgot you and left you. He doesn't want you.
The blade goes in and my eyes grow wide in pain. I struggle and wince in pain as I take it out. It wont come out.
I shriek and with all my might take it out. I lay on my floor with my shirt covered in blood.
I place the knife beside me, becoming numb. I put my hand on my wound in pain. As I die, I think of him. Why I deserve to die. My eyes close. At that second I hear Noah's faint voice.
Screaming my name and crying. Noah tries to wake me, but it's no use. My mother enters frantic. Once she see's me she falls to her knees, crying.
I block out the noise. I focus on Keith. Now, I know I'm dying. I can't hear a thing. I can't see. All I see are those delightful memories with Keith, that I can never live again.