My Dark Thoughts

I can just imagine myself standing in front of the mirror, looking at my stomach. 

All the 'red marks' I have made. New and old. 

"What have you done? Look at yourself! You're fat! Ugly! You don't take care of yourself!" They said. It got worse and worse. "Don't even try try anymore! Just look at you! It's too late." "Just kill yourself!" 

Make them happy.. As I lift up my stomach, I start seeing fuzzy... I vaugley count more than 15 cuts... 

But I need to make them happy. "How do you live like that?" 

One cut. Two cuts. Three cuts.  Four. More and more until I cant see through my blurred vision. 

"What's taking so long hunny", my parents call. "Nothing! I won't be long!", I say as calm as possible. 

One. Last. Cut. I fall to the ground as my parents pound on the door. My hearts pounding in my chest. 

My vision goes black. They'll be so happy once they hear the news that I'm gone. So happy...