body. It's as
common as oxygen
The tears course down
my face and sobs rack my
form. Where do my tears go
when they fall? I can't find them,
but I feel like I've shed thousands upon
thousands into my pillow. The pain I feel
in my chest is excruciating. I search for
release, but my body is shaking and my
hand is trembling as I reach for the
blade. A shudder passes through
the house as the thunder
rumbles and lightning
and I can
see my reflection.
Puffy, red eyes. My
eyes, staring back at me
through the mirror. My skin.
Sallow, pale, and unused to seeing
the sun. Goosebumps appear on my
flesh as it meets the cool metal. My
breathing quickens as I begin
to slide the blade across
in my tracks.
I seethe on the
inside. Who dares
to disturb my haven.
My sanctuary? "Stop!"
their voice had created an
echo in the house. I whirl
around to face the perpet-
rator And I am shocked
to see Adam. A nerd
in my school.
I sneered at him.
He stared at the
blade with wide eyes.
He takes a step back. Good
boy. He knows when to back off.
"Now if you'll excuse me-" I began
to say before he cut me off. "What are
you going to do?" he asked me. I laugh,
one with bitterness, and regret. It tells of
sadness, loneliness and pain."What do you
care? Or are you just asking so you can say
you tried to stop me?"He began to speak,
but I cut him off "I'd give you the credit,
but I don't want people to think that
you were the last person
I ever saw."
He stood still
and closed his
eyes. "Go ahead,"
he said after a while. I
did a double take. "Go
ahead and do it," he stared
at me with his obsidian eyes.
"I dare you." His steady eyes
followed my trembling fingers,
as they re-gripped the blade.
I swallowed a lump in my
throat, the lump in my
throat growing bigger
to list all
to be here. To
why I was doing this.
My parents, my grades in
school, my lack of friends,
being bullied in school,
no one caring about
are wet as
I relived those
torturous reasons and
moments. I opened my eyes
to stare hopelessly into his bottom-
less ones. "Saving myself from danger. Saving
myself from evil." I whispered to myself, before
chuckling darkly. Adam's eyes grew wider as I
locked with his and brought the blade up to my
chest. I gave him one small smile and said,"Why
do I live, Adam? Why do I live?" I closed my
eyes, and pressed the blade into my
A/N: Yeah. I want for you guys to draw your own conclusions on this one. Does she actually commit suicide? Or does she stop the blade when Adam yells "Stop!" for perhaps the last time? R&R please!