_One Last Time_

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Young Adult  |  House: Booksie Classic
A girl takes drastic actions.......read to find out more :D

Submitted: March 05, 2009

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She takes the razor out of her bureau drawer…

Do I really want to do this again…she thinks to herself, why yes you do…you have such a crappy life just go ahead and do it; it will only get better.

She knows that one tiny part of her doesn’t agree with what she is doing, while the other half is wholeheartedly going along with her and her ideas. Sometimes she wonders if it is enough, and other times she wonders what her mom would say if she found out, or what her friends would say if they found out. They might be disappointed in her, after all it was a stupid thing to do, but then again it might not be.

She might be cursing herself to a life of always wearing sweatshirts, a life of secrecy; but who cares when your life is like hers.

Go on, you know you want to, just a little deeper….

Those pesky little thoughts come every time she does it, it seems to be always following her. If she has a bad say at school all she wants is to go home to her razor. It is her best friend, and will remain until the end. If she ever gets the courage to do that.

Sitting at home alone one day, she thought about her life and all that she had done. It amounted to nothing, she had done nothing. That day she took those fatal steps to the cabinet and took the razor. She went to her room and made a nice slice, never to turn back.

If I could turn back would I? Probably not, I like this new life, it is like a drug to me…always beckoning me, calling my name everywhere I go.

She debates about the depth of her problems and decides this does not even rank. She walks around her room debating when to do it; that final step.

Will I ever be strong enough? One day, I hope, one day, just not too far away….

The next day was the worst day of her life. There was no time to share the details, no time to think. She got home from school and thought.

Tonight, I will do it at last, so I will never have another bad day, ever again.

She went to her room, and again she took out her razor. This time it was different, she could feel it coming.

She took one last look around the room, said goodbye to her life and slit both of her wrists, deeper than she ever had before.
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She woke up….”Why am I still here?” She said, and fainted…..


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