You walk into the room their faces light up, so easily you can pretend that everything is ok. You put a smile on your face, with your head held high.
For a moment you trick everyone into believing that you’re the strongest person alive. The party dies down, you get down. No longer does your shield protect
you. You can’t hide, can’t run as far away as you need to. Everything is so overwhelming you want your life to end. You say to your self “The world will
never miss me!” you think no one cares; no one sees your pain. You get home and no one is there to comfort you, no one to welcome you home. The silence screams
to you. You start to think about the small things at first. Like, that one boy that no matter what will always be able to make you smile. Or, that one girl
who stands alone, that you so badly want to talk to, but are scared to. Memories progressively get worse and worse, old school fights, parents fighting,
everything adds up. Hot tears burn your cheeks as they now flow fluently. You run to your to room slam the door and lock it. You look around, you make the
decision. You keep a sharp knife under your bed; you’ve been itching to use it. You walk to the mirror you examine the knife and flip it in your hands for
a moment. Now your ready, your gonna do it. You hold the cold, hard metal to your wrist. The cold blade cuts the skin like hot butter. Rich, red blood streams
down your fingertips. Your body knows no pain, just your heart. You now stand there looking in the mirror and hold the sharp, bloody knife to your throat.
Once again the cool blade slits the skin easily. You know nothing but joy, it’s almost through. Soon all your problems are thrown aside. One last time you
look at your trembling reflection in the mirror, now splattered with blood. Once again you slowly bring the gleaming steel to your throat. Once again you
pull the blade across your already slit throat, fast and hard. Blood goes everywhere you suddenly realize you don’t want to go. You remember looking her
directly in the eyes as you watched her smile brighten the world. You remember how he touched you so gently that it shot chills up your spine. You see visions
of your mom coming home to find you on the floor, covered in blood.You change your mind about the whole thing, but as you swallow your last few breaths of air,
and struggle to get up, but fall, you realize the cold hard truth, it is too late.
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