I clench My fist, as i drag the razor over the soft skin of my wrist, not caring anymore how deep i go, just wanting to end it all. I watch the blood drip onto the sink. I know i should stop, but i have to keep going, to finally let it all out. I feel myself floating away, listening to the door move again and again. i keep my eyes open, when he bends over me, looking at him. I wonder why he was crying? i wasn't worth crying over, i try to tell him, but he never listened to me. I know hes saying something, but im floating away, and it doesn't hurt anymore. Nothing Hurts anymore. Im just floating in this wide wide ocean. Or maybe its a river. I don't know. I don't care, i just feel so light, and i want to slip under the waves. It sounds so nice. But something won't let me. there's an annoying rope keeping me afloat. I try to untie it, but i can't, and it slowly begins to drag me back to shore, i cry out pain for what is being taken from me.
You might be wondering, how did i get to this point. Why would somebody do this to themselves? Well, this is what happens when you lose all hope, when there is nothing left holding you away from the edge of the cliff. How did you get to this point? you might ask. well, its a long, long story, and its not the happiest one either. but, if you really want to know, ill start from when i met him.
It was the middle of my sophomore year. Just after midterms.

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