Youth and Whisky

"Your such an asshole Paul, Don't you ever think about her and how she feels? No! Cause your so goddamn selfish" My mom hissed into the phone.

I had been planning out my suicide attempt for weeks....

I had already got the pills and the blades.....

The blade slid across my skin multiple times hopefully being the last....

I felt the warm crimson liquid drip and seep through my pants. That was until my mind went fuzzy.....

I woke up to a soft beeping in the background. I heard the shuffling of feet, and hushed voices. But i was so weak i couldn't open my eyes....

My mom's muffled cries coming from on the other side of the room.

"She might not make it Mrs. Olson" the doctor said quietly i could hear the sadness in his voice.

I know this sounds sick and twisted but i might actually be happy if i didn't make it i have nothing to live for anymore....

I heard my moms muffled sobs from next to the bed i was laying on...

She never cared like this before now.....