One Dark Night.

I sat on my floor. Darkness surrounded me, except for a nightlight to my right. I took the scissor blade to my wrist, and pressed. Hard. I don't know what I was expecting but I was just all too surprised when I pulled the scissors up, thinking I'd failed, and saw blood pooling in the cut. I gasped. The pain was dull. I stared in shock. What had I done? I felt my self choke on tears. I gasped and stared. Then I sobbed. The tears that had streaked my face before were covered over by the torrents that ran down my face. I stared and sobbed gasping. Blood pooled until it ran down my hand. I grabbed a tissue and pressed it to my wrist. My hands were shaky. My breathing was rapid and heavy. I lifted the tissue to make sure the cut was actually there and I wasn't imagining it. All I could do was gasp and sob. I don't know what I was expecting but it wasn't this. I leaned into a stuffed animal that sat on my floor and wished it was a person. Someone to hold me back. Somebody that loved me. Someone to smooth my hair and dry my tears. Someone to tell my I wasn't stupid. I heard my father blaring music downstairs. I sobbed. He had no idea. I cried. I gripped my wrist and cried. I lifted the tissue and panicked when I realized it was still bleeding. I wondered if this would be the way I would die. It was an irrational fear, but a fear none the less. I was still gasping and sobbing, shocked that I'd actually done it. Many times I'd sat in the dark in my room with a razor and thought about it. But now I'd actually done it. The proof was there, pooling on my wrist. I felt I couldn't breath. My lungs were burning. I clasped my hand over my mouth. I tried to stand but my legs didn't work. My heart was in my throat. I fell to my knees and gasped for I don't know how long. Glancing at my bleeding wrist just to make sure the cut was still there.

Finally I stood and looked around my room. I grabbed my towel and headed for the bathroom. I opened the door and flipped on the light. I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror. My eyes were puffy and makeup streaked under my eyes. I looked horrible. I flipped off the light. Disgusted by myself. I felt around until I found the nob. I turned the water on to hot. I stripped, then realized I didn't want to be naked. I put my cloths back on and turned the hot water off and turned on the cold. I hoped no one could hear me with the water running. I sat on the ground and stared at my open wrist. I still couldn't believe I'd actually done it.

Reviews

[K8lyn]

How many of these have you written abigail??
Really good btw

[The old me]

very deep for someone so young

[al25]

As usual well written. i hope you dont do something like that.