Chapter Text
PROLOGUE
⟡
——————
GRAPHIC SUICIDE AND SELF-HARM WARNING. READ WITH CAUTION.
——————
The edge of the blade points directly at your thigh, the bathroom stall is locked and so is your gaze at the soft flesh. A small sting forms at the base of your thigh where the blade meets. The flesh is smooth and bare, your shorts rolled up for easy access. You slowly drag the blade across and swiftly end the cut, watching as the blood rises within the cut and seeps out— pressing the blade against another part of skin and slicing again, you pause as the prior cut begins stinging until you quickly slide the blade two more times to override the pain. The third cut is deep, seeing small lipids as blood smoothly gushes out in droplets. You smear it off your thigh and try to cut another one similar, but it only ends up shallower and jagged.
Your breathing gets shallower as your heart races, you bend the blade down and harshly drag it across your thigh, reaching down to your knee as the wound gushes blood. You move to your other thigh and repeat the same process, cutting the meat of your leg and creating two small pools of blood. Tears start forming at your eyes, bubbling at your waterline. You start slashing at your forearms, creating line after line without much thought. As soon as theres about six deep, long cuts you start to panic— ❛Fuck!– I don’t even have a jacket today and I can’t wear a long sleeve in the middle of June!❜ you groan and decide it’s best to just kill yourself, it’s not like your heart is pounding or anything— also is it weird to kill yourself a week before school ends?
You don’t care. You start dragging the razor along your legs, deep cuts forming blood as you loose count, in a fit of random anger of the stinging you press down hard enough on your thigh and slice deep enough the blood sprays out before dribbling. Your heart races even more as you start mauling yourself, your thighs and and legs now drenched in thick cuts and blood. You bring the blade up to your neck, sliding it softly your neck’s ring before pressing down harshly as you can and stabbing and dragging through flesh. You watch as blood blasts from the now-cut artery, your body now in a panicked state as it tries its best to safe you, as it always has for your whole life.
You watch as the bathroom floor is covered in blacked blood, you hear your body quakes and tears flood from your eyes. You don’t want this, you don’t wanna die. You feel your fall to the floor, you slowly glide your cut up arm to your pocket where your phone sits, only for the pain of each cut to fall down as you start desperately sobbing you can move as you slowly fade out, blood seeping into your hair and clothes- the whole room floor is red with your blood. You don’t wanna die
You don’t wanna die. You can’t die.
You don’t want to die.
Someone please..
.
.
.
Help me
.
.
.
.
╭┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈╮
𝗙𝗥𝗔𝗚𝗠𝗘𝗡𝗧 𝗢𝗙 "𝗞𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗢𝗙 𝗡𝗢 𝗞𝗜𝗟𝗟𝗜𝗡𝗚" 𝗜𝗦 𝗜𝗡𝗣𝗟𝗔𝗖𝗘. 𝗔𝗥𝗘𝗔 𝗨𝗡𝗙𝗜𝗧. 𝗥𝗘𝗟𝗢𝗖𝗔𝗧𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗡𝗢𝗪.
╰┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈╯
.
.
.
.
.