Four days.

I heard my phone. I picked it up and said hello, it was my aunt. She said that my mom and dad died in a car accident. I was lost, I ran to my bedroom and ruind everything, I trashed the place. After that I went to the bath. My tears ran down my cheek. It was a scissor on the sink, so I took it and cut it slowly over my arm. I screamd, I did it over, and over again. Sudently my brother came home.  He went in, in to the bathroom. He saw me. I was just laying there tears in my eyes, blood all around me. He went down on he’s knees and called the ambulanse… The doctors said that I’ve lost a lot of blood and that I might not surive. My brother cried all night. After four days I woke up. My brother hugged me tight. Im still laying here at the hospital and Im kind of happy Im alive.