:::Nothing Matters:::

She sat there as he spoke to her. He never spoke with her, just to her. He questioned her. He tried to press answers from her, but she refused to talk. Her eyes were clouded over as she stared at the silver bridge of his glasses. She no longer felt like talking, everytime she said something, her words were twisted around and messed her life up more. She was tired of talking, and the solution was simple...she didn't.

When their 45 minutes were up, she stood, pushed open the heavy oak door and walked out of his office. She kept the same shuffling pace out the glass door of the building and into her mother's car. She felt the same as she did 45 minutes earlier, empty, alone, and unloved. He didn't help her, none of them ever did. They spoke their big words, and diagnosed her with different illnesses, but it all meant the same thing. She was crazy, everyone knew it.

The car ride was silent on the ride home. Her parents hated her... everyone did. She didn't care. It didn't matter to her anymore that she sat in her room alone and in the dark. At school, it didn't matter that she walked the halls alone. Nothing mattered, not anymore.

Getting home, she walked down the hall, head hung, into her room. Her room was where she spent all of her time. Locked away from the world, nothing could bother her. Her room had the single thing she needed right now. She had the knife hidden in the back of her bottom dresser drawer.

She took out the sharp metal and gripped it by it's handle. She placed it to her wrist and pressed it into the skin. Pulling it up her vein, a dark line was left where the metal had touched. The line spread quickly and the thick red dripped from her forearm. She lifted her other wrist and did the same. A smile spread quickly across her face, much like the blood falling from her arm.

The seconds passed like minutes and the minutes like hours, but she was willing to wait. Dizziness rushed over her after a few minutes and she fell. White was all that was scene. It didn't matter though, nothing did.


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