She closed the door and cleaned up her room. Her hair was done nice for when they found her, breathless and bare. Her eyes glowed less bright like the world had already left her. She looked tired- colorless and waiting for it all to end. She straightened her crooked clock and waited for it to strike 5, mom would be home soon. She raised the blade to one arm and forced it deeper and deeper releasing her pain, her worries, her sufferings. At some point she told her self it wouldn’t get better and she was convinced. Who hurt her? Both arms limp and empty, the rest of her body becoming the same. Dads footsteps up the stairs, the last thing she heard. Dads tears, the last thing she saw. Eyes fluttered shut. Pain gone away. Far away. Sadness was turned over to someone else. All the people who loved her. Gone from this world because she thought there was no other solution. - stay a bit longer I swear it gets better.
