What am I doing?
As I was screaming, my lungs puffed out, I suddenly stopped and stared at the slits on my wrist. What was I doing? Trying to give up life, just because My parent were splitting up, my boyfriend dumping me because I was too much to handle? I should be grateful of what I have. I'm smart, pretty, great personality. I have legs, arms, a face. I feel my cheeks, my eyes, my mouth. I suddenly feel a cold feeling rushing around my body as I feel a huge cut on either side of my mouth, as if I was trying to cut my mouth off. I suddenly hear a slam from my door opening and hitting the wall. "Abbey?!?!?!?! What the hell did you do to yourself?!?!?" My mom is screaming. "I don't know." I whisper, "Well, actually, I do. I tried to cut my mouth off, kill myself by slitting my wrists, and..." I quickly check my body for any other cuts, "That's it." That's it. Thats it..... I don't deserve a life like this. I don't deserve intellegence, prettyness, and a great personality. I dont deserve legs, arms, and a face. I quickly take the small knife in my hand and stab it into my heart. My last words, what should I say. "What did I do?" I whisper to my mom, who is holding my head, "What did I do."
Just A story I just made up.
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