Staring at her reflection in the school's bathroom mirror she choaked back her tears. Auburn hair fell over her shoulders, framing her flushed face. She slowly looked down at her exposed wrist then to the sharpener blade in her right hand. Don't do it.. her inner voice warned, You have promises to keep, remember?
"Yeah I remember." The distraught teenager held the blade over her wrist, closing her eyes. In a hot flash the gash began to bleed, the warm crimson liquid trickling down her arm. She gasped as the searing pain pulsed through her arm. Against her better judgement she opened her eyes, gazing at the slice. She dropped the blade into the sink picking up the paper towel, pressing it to the cut. With her blood soaked hand she turned on the water, cursing at the paint that went through her. The door creaked and a girl, loking about her age but not familiar. She snatched the blade from the sink praying the other hadn't seen.
"Ouch, what happened?" She looked over at the intruder, her eyes hard and almost stone like.
"It's a papercut." She lied, not turning away to try and convince the nosy girl.
"That's one huge papercut.." The girl replied.
"It is." She replied flatly. The intruder watched her silently in the mirror. She grumbled walking away from the sink, slipping the blade into her pocket. She tore off a piece of paper towel and pressed it to her arm. The amount of blood pouring from her arm didn't subside like it normally did. "Are you alright?" She ignored what the girl asked, turning away. Why do I feel so dizzy? She wondered franticly and her vision blurred quickly. The on looker became worried, taking a step forward.
"Hey.. hey.." The voice became further off into the distance as her body felt like a lead weight. With a thud she fell to the floor, her eyes slipping into the back of her head. The intruder cried out, easily catching the attention of a passing by teacher.
"What's the matter?"
"A.. a girl.. she just colapsed.." The teacher opened the door and rushed in spotting the bleeding unconcious girl. "Go to the office quickly and get them to call for an ambulence!" To her the voices were far off, dream like almost.
She never woke up after that. She flatlined only moments after being put inside the ambulence, locked in her eternal nightmare.
Author notes
Reader Descrition is advised. This little story of mine deals with suicide and I don't reccomend this for younger readers. And this doesn't explain any real events, it was just something brought on by a tempory wave of depression.
Comments
Comments
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Chilling
Brittany... I actually got chills from this one. It was so real with such great description. I'm glad I read it though. Sad, but could happen to anyone under a great deal of pressure. Nice job.
~Kevan Henshaw~
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Thanks a lot Kevan
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