Save Me.
The encounter.
Today was the third day of me being in this hotel. I've saved up my money for this, to rent out a hotel room just for a week, why must you ask?
Today was the day I was going to kill myself.
I've felt weak for my entire life of living. I was going no where in life and in the short time I've been here I realized I wasn't wanted anywhere. The date was July 21st. I wanted to remember this day. I wanted to remember the night I finally gave up on myself and decided to kill myself. I heard loud screaming girls outside the hotel but I paid no attention to it. I was here for one thing and one thing only. Why would I want to kill myself in a hotel room? Easy, no one would find me until the end of the week. Not that anyone cared but I wanted to leave this would a little dramatic.
I walked out to the hallway to get some ice, I wanted to have a drink before I'd left this fucked up world and I wanted to enjoy the last bit of it. When I went back to my door I realized I locked myself out. I sighed and looked around for anyone. I saw no one but myself in a reflection in a mirror. I looked horrible. Dark bags under my eyes, my hair in knots and my body skinny as a toothpick. I slammed my fist on the mirror making it break into pieces. I watched as blood poured out of my knuckles. I sat on the floor and grabbed a piece of the broken mirror. My reflection catching my eyes. I cried, cried because no one taught me about love, no one loved me and no one cared. I cried because I'm a worthless piece of scrap.
I slowly traced the sharp end on the glass around my wrist feeling it as it begged to slit my wrist. I pushed deeper and gasped as I felt the pain rush through my body, My wrist immediatly starting to bleed. I smiled and started to make several little lines. I looked down at my left arm and saw it filled with little lines all the way up to my shoulder. I should've stopped there and let myself bleed to death but I didn't. I continued to my right arm doing the same thing. I could feel my arms weaken but I didn't want to stop. I wanted myself to suffer for being such a coward. I heard multiple voices coming from the hall. I knew it was time for me to do this, before someone interfered. I looked up and saw five boys, five boys that are most known all around the world at the moment.
Niall, Liam, Zayn, Harry and Louis.
I looked at their faces as they came to a stop. Their smiles turning into big frowns. They looked disgusted, they looked like the were in pain. But they had no idea what I was going through. I pulled the piece of glass up to my stomach. I saw the curly haired one take a step towards me as I pushed it into my stomach. I closed my eyes and prepared myself for all the cruicial pain I was enduring. And before I knew it, I was gone.
Today was the day I was going to kill myself.
I've felt weak for my entire life of living. I was going no where in life and in the short time I've been here I realized I wasn't wanted anywhere. The date was July 21st. I wanted to remember this day. I wanted to remember the night I finally gave up on myself and decided to kill myself. I heard loud screaming girls outside the hotel but I paid no attention to it. I was here for one thing and one thing only. Why would I want to kill myself in a hotel room? Easy, no one would find me until the end of the week. Not that anyone cared but I wanted to leave this would a little dramatic.
I walked out to the hallway to get some ice, I wanted to have a drink before I'd left this fucked up world and I wanted to enjoy the last bit of it. When I went back to my door I realized I locked myself out. I sighed and looked around for anyone. I saw no one but myself in a reflection in a mirror. I looked horrible. Dark bags under my eyes, my hair in knots and my body skinny as a toothpick. I slammed my fist on the mirror making it break into pieces. I watched as blood poured out of my knuckles. I sat on the floor and grabbed a piece of the broken mirror. My reflection catching my eyes. I cried, cried because no one taught me about love, no one loved me and no one cared. I cried because I'm a worthless piece of scrap.
I slowly traced the sharp end on the glass around my wrist feeling it as it begged to slit my wrist. I pushed deeper and gasped as I felt the pain rush through my body, My wrist immediatly starting to bleed. I smiled and started to make several little lines. I looked down at my left arm and saw it filled with little lines all the way up to my shoulder. I should've stopped there and let myself bleed to death but I didn't. I continued to my right arm doing the same thing. I could feel my arms weaken but I didn't want to stop. I wanted myself to suffer for being such a coward. I heard multiple voices coming from the hall. I knew it was time for me to do this, before someone interfered. I looked up and saw five boys, five boys that are most known all around the world at the moment.
Niall, Liam, Zayn, Harry and Louis.
I looked at their faces as they came to a stop. Their smiles turning into big frowns. They looked disgusted, they looked like the were in pain. But they had no idea what I was going through. I pulled the piece of glass up to my stomach. I saw the curly haired one take a step towards me as I pushed it into my stomach. I closed my eyes and prepared myself for all the cruicial pain I was enduring. And before I knew it, I was gone.
10/28/13