Slowly Slowly Slowly...

I sank back against the wall, wishing it would suck me into it's strong structure, away from this life forever. There was a loud clank as the razor hit the floor. I swear I could hear the tiny trickles as my blood dripped off of my wrists and onto the floor. It taunted me, telling me how slow my death was going to be. Drip. Drip. Drip. "Slowly. Slowly. Slowly." My breathing grew ragged and shallow. My time was close. Closer than I wanted it to be. In my fit of sorrow I didn't get to tell my parents goodbye. I had been to blind by my pain to realize this before it was to late.

Slowly, I struggled to my feet. I was determined to last long enough to say I'm sorry. I gripped the railings of the stairs for support. I began to topple a little as my vision blurred. "Mom." My voice was rough and strained. No! I take it back! Not yet! Not yet!!! "Mom!" I suddenly shrieked. My parents rushed into the room. "Help. It hurts." I whimpered. It hurts so bad!" I collapsed to the floor, my blood staining my parent's white carpet. "MISTY!!!" My mom's voice shrieked, shrill and horror struck. Why. Why did I do this? The pain I endured for the past few months was nothing compared to the pain I was feeling now for causing my mother such fear. Another one of my many screw ups.

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