Authors notes: i'm not insane. please don't hurt me. i am just a figment of your imagination. i am not real!
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She sat in the corner with the razor in her hand. Blood ran down her arm into little puddles on the hardwood floor. She;s gotten into cutting herself lately. She couldn't ever remember why she'd started. Was it to get attention? Was it because she and her boyfriend had broken up again? Was it because she'd never gotten past the pain her mother had caused her all those years ago? She didn't know, nor care, at this point. She'd cut herself rather deeply, and didn't think the bleeding would ever stop. She'd never cut herself so deep. She didn't want to die. At least, not like this.
"What am I going to do when Morgan gets home?" She whispered to herself, her thoughts wandering to her older sister, who was due home in half an hour. "If I don't die, she's gonna kill me." Tears began to run down her cheeks, unnoticed. She was hurting Morgan more than herself, she knew. But she kept cutting herself, wearing long sleeves, and hoping that Morgan wouldn't notice. Morgan did notice, of course. She saw that her sister had been wearing long sleeves more often , and though she knew the real reason, she managed to convince herself that it was the crisp Seattle weather that was causing her sister to keep her arms covered.
Yet she kept cutting herself. She was fully aware of the consequences, but she didn't care. She tried to care, but she never could. The loss of blood was now starting to get to her. She heard the first line of the song that was playing, Petrol and Chlorine, by silverchair, before finally passing out.
"Sinking through dark black holes it's never gonna end."
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"Eden? Eden, can you hear me? Please wake up!"
She opened her eyes
