MadManWithaBox
April 17th, 2011, 04:57 AM
Give up' Said the voice. 'Give up little girl. Pick up that blade, and end your life'
'Why?' she said, the tears dripping down her cheeks ' I don't want to go, I'm not ready yet'
'because you're worthless' The voice said ' You're useless and weak'. You don't deserve this life, or the right to walk the same path as people who are better than you'
'I am' she said. The sobs engulfing her body, her whole frame shaking with fear and, what was this? Sadness. 'I'm better than this. I'm better than you' The voice laughed, a cruel laugh, that pierced her soul like a knife in the back. 'Are you? It said ' If you're better than this, then why do you cut your own body? Night after night? Why do you get that surge of pleasure when you see the blood dripping down your arms? Why do you listen to me at all?'
'go away' she wept I'm stronger than this. I can get through this' 'No you can't' the voice spoke, quietly this time, cautiously.' I am your mind. I know what you think. I know what you feel. You are weak. You are pathetic. Everyone hates you, and you're nothing more than a burden to them.' She tried to reply, to disagree, but the words just wouldn't come out of her mouth. 'This is your chance to end your pain' it continued. 'you can finish it now. No more hatred. No more slicing the skin open. One last chance to do something decent in your life. You'll be doing everyone a favor'
She looked down. The tears still dripping. But no noise coming out. finally, she spoke. 'How.... How do I do it?' She finally spoke. 'Take the razor' the voice said, taking on a kindly tone. 'place it at the top of you under wrist, and push down, and go straight on'
'will it hurt?' The words, childish as it sounded, burst out of her lips. 'it will at first, he said.' But the endorphins will deal with the pain. It won't take very long at all. Then you will die' She nodded. The tears finally stopped.
'You're doing the right thing sweetheart' He assured her. 'do it quickly, before you lose your nerve' She nodded again, walking over to the table where the razor lay. She picked it up, and sat down on her bed. She placed it, where he had told her, just above the tip of her wrist. She had slipped into a cold calm. She didn't know what it was. But she reassured herself, knowing it would soon be over.
She pulled it down, quickly, sharply. It slipped down, much easier than she had anticipated. Sher looked away, closing her eyes, not wanting to see the damage she had caused. When she dared open them, there was a surprising lack of pain. The blood flowed down her arm, fast and thick.
The voice spoke 'Congratulations. You did it. Any last words?' She took a breath. Her final moments. Before she died, or blacked out, or... she didn't know. She couldn't waste it She opened her mouth.
'Mum and dad I want to you know I'm sorry. For being a fuck up. For not being the daughter you wanted me to be. I'm so sorry. Please, be happier, without me. I love you guys so much.
Then it was nothing. Just black. Until she woke up in a hospital. Surrounded by the people she loved, her parents, her friends, her family. She knew now she'd failed. The voice was wrong. She was back/
'Why?' she said, the tears dripping down her cheeks ' I don't want to go, I'm not ready yet'
'because you're worthless' The voice said ' You're useless and weak'. You don't deserve this life, or the right to walk the same path as people who are better than you'
'I am' she said. The sobs engulfing her body, her whole frame shaking with fear and, what was this? Sadness. 'I'm better than this. I'm better than you' The voice laughed, a cruel laugh, that pierced her soul like a knife in the back. 'Are you? It said ' If you're better than this, then why do you cut your own body? Night after night? Why do you get that surge of pleasure when you see the blood dripping down your arms? Why do you listen to me at all?'
'go away' she wept I'm stronger than this. I can get through this' 'No you can't' the voice spoke, quietly this time, cautiously.' I am your mind. I know what you think. I know what you feel. You are weak. You are pathetic. Everyone hates you, and you're nothing more than a burden to them.' She tried to reply, to disagree, but the words just wouldn't come out of her mouth. 'This is your chance to end your pain' it continued. 'you can finish it now. No more hatred. No more slicing the skin open. One last chance to do something decent in your life. You'll be doing everyone a favor'
She looked down. The tears still dripping. But no noise coming out. finally, she spoke. 'How.... How do I do it?' She finally spoke. 'Take the razor' the voice said, taking on a kindly tone. 'place it at the top of you under wrist, and push down, and go straight on'
'will it hurt?' The words, childish as it sounded, burst out of her lips. 'it will at first, he said.' But the endorphins will deal with the pain. It won't take very long at all. Then you will die' She nodded. The tears finally stopped.
'You're doing the right thing sweetheart' He assured her. 'do it quickly, before you lose your nerve' She nodded again, walking over to the table where the razor lay. She picked it up, and sat down on her bed. She placed it, where he had told her, just above the tip of her wrist. She had slipped into a cold calm. She didn't know what it was. But she reassured herself, knowing it would soon be over.
She pulled it down, quickly, sharply. It slipped down, much easier than she had anticipated. Sher looked away, closing her eyes, not wanting to see the damage she had caused. When she dared open them, there was a surprising lack of pain. The blood flowed down her arm, fast and thick.
The voice spoke 'Congratulations. You did it. Any last words?' She took a breath. Her final moments. Before she died, or blacked out, or... she didn't know. She couldn't waste it She opened her mouth.
'Mum and dad I want to you know I'm sorry. For being a fuck up. For not being the daughter you wanted me to be. I'm so sorry. Please, be happier, without me. I love you guys so much.
Then it was nothing. Just black. Until she woke up in a hospital. Surrounded by the people she loved, her parents, her friends, her family. She knew now she'd failed. The voice was wrong. She was back/