I slide the cold steel blade across my wrist with every intention of not making the same mistakes again. The feeling is not at all what I had expected; not much of a pain but more of a stinging. The warm liquid seeping down my arm, across my hand, and pooling over my chest; it feels so real, I know I won’t waste any more time on this level of my existence. I try to take the blade into my other hand, struggling to cut my other wrist without success. I put the blade to my mouth and take it with my teeth. The taste is so salty, I feel like I’m going to be sick but I know that this was my life; this is my life to live or not to live and with all the bad decisions I have made so far, I think this is the best. Both for myself and for the rest of humanity. I have not one thing to offer to this world.
Why? Why is the question on my mind every waking second in my life; why did I allow others to mold me into the person I seem to be today? Why does god insist on me being alone in this world? Why can’t I just be happy?
I need to move forward, can’t stop now; I bring my other wrist towards my mouth and place it at the blade. The pain from this failed attempt to slice at the vein is almost unbearable. I didn’t even slice it, but I cut my forearm up pretty good. It is bleeding but not the way I need it to. Best decision, more like another bad decision; I can’t even end this life accurately and yet; I won’t give up. This is a decision that I will follow through with and I can’t give up.
I start to feel horribly cold but the warm liquid feels nice running down to my feet. On my way into the bathroom, I stop at the window trying to listen to some faint whisper of hope, but none is there. The cold hard tile beneath my feet feels enjoyable, but I suppose it is my nearing the end which makes me take notice or maybe, it is the fact that I know the outcome of this occurrence. Before I reach the tub, I hear a noise outside. I wonder what or who could be outside my window with my room six stories up. As I head back over to the window, I glide on the river of blood I left previously and slide into the glass crashing out into the warm July afternoon. Just before I hit the ground, I woke from yet another dream.
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We don’t always have a choice with who is molding us especially when we’re younger. It’s often easier to listen to other people and make decisions for ourselves and own them. It’s all okay…part of learning. Good luck!