You'll Try Everything to Survive, but You Should Know Your Fate by Now
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Asher Stared At The Knife In Front Of Him, His Hands Shaking. This Wouldn't Be The First Time. Or The Last.
He Picked Up The Blade, Bringing It To His Left Wrist. The Cold Metal Caused Him To Shut His Eyes And Shiver Slightly. He Knew That He Deserved It. He Knew That He Was Filthy, Unclean. He Wanted To Punish Himself For His Faults. He Wanted To Distract Himself From The Pain Inside.
He Thought He Was Ugly, Stupid, Worthless. He Believed Himself Undeserving Of Happiness.
The Sharp Blade Cut Through His Skin And Blood Immediately Flowed To The Open Wound. He Made Another Cut, And Another. He Winced At The Pain But Told Himself Again And Again This Is What He Deserves.
Blood Began To Drip From His Arm Onto The Tiled Bathroom Floor. He Slid Down The Wall, His Knees Held Tightly Against His Chest. He Knew That Suicide Wasn't An Option. After His Dad Left, He Was The Only Thing Left His Mother Could Hold On To.
Asher Slit His Wrists Again, Over And Over. It Was His Only Chance Of Survival. It Was His Fate.
He Picked Up The Blade, Bringing It To His Left Wrist. The Cold Metal Caused Him To Shut His Eyes And Shiver Slightly. He Knew That He Deserved It. He Knew That He Was Filthy, Unclean. He Wanted To Punish Himself For His Faults. He Wanted To Distract Himself From The Pain Inside.
He Thought He Was Ugly, Stupid, Worthless. He Believed Himself Undeserving Of Happiness.
The Sharp Blade Cut Through His Skin And Blood Immediately Flowed To The Open Wound. He Made Another Cut, And Another. He Winced At The Pain But Told Himself Again And Again This Is What He Deserves.
Blood Began To Drip From His Arm Onto The Tiled Bathroom Floor. He Slid Down The Wall, His Knees Held Tightly Against His Chest. He Knew That Suicide Wasn't An Option. After His Dad Left, He Was The Only Thing Left His Mother Could Hold On To.
Asher Slit His Wrists Again, Over And Over. It Was His Only Chance Of Survival. It Was His Fate.