I woke up to the sound of my alarm clock. I turned it off, and got out of bed. I changed my cloths, and found a hoodie. Before putting it on I examined the cuts on my arm. My arms were covered with layers and layers of scars, and on top of the scars were old cuts that were begining to fade, and on top of those the ones from last night. Carefully I began to trace them with my fingers. I was fascinated by the dark red lines that I had created the night before. After a few minutes I put on my hoodie, grabbed my backpack, and left the house.1
As I walked up the street to get to my bus stop I pulled out a lighter and a cigarette from my backpack. I figured I had about another five minutes before the bus would be here, so I lit my cigarette. When I was finished I started to throw the cigarette, but instead I lifted up the sleeve of my hoodie and pressed the lit cigarette into my skin. 2
When I walked into my first hour class, I was greeted by my best friend Lauren. She asked me what was wrong, and I told her that nothing was wrong, and everything was okay. But she knew me better than that. She asked my again and I told her I would tell her later. 3
The hole hour I sat and thought about Lauren. I wondered if she had any new cuts. As if she could read my mind she pulled her sleeve up and showed me the cuts on her arm. We had been best friends since the first grade, and she had always told me everything. Two years ago she came to me and told me that she had started cutting herself. She hadn't known that I also cut myself. It was the one thing I kept from her. But when she showed me her arms, I showed her mine. I hadnt planned on showing her the cuts this time, but she found them herself.4
In the hallway after class, she pulled the sleeve of my hoodie up. We both stood there and stared at the mess on my arm. One of the cuts had opened up and was bleeding. I hadnt realized that I had done it so deep. I pulled my sleeve back down quickly, trying to keep other people from seeing it. Lauren dragged me into the bathroom. She got the cut to stop bleeding, then washed the blood off my arm. She was always taking care of me now, because I didnt care enough about myself to do it. 5
Lauren was my guardian angel. She was the only person who cared about me at all. She saved my life on multiple occasions. Even after she stopped cutting herself, she was still understanding, and always helpful. I loved her so much.6
On a Saturday morning I woke up to the sound of my telephone ringing. I looked at the caller ID. It was Lauren's number. I answered the phone. To my surprise, it was her mom. I began to cry as she told me what Lauren had done. The night before, she had taken a bottle of sleeping pills. She was dead. I cried for hours. 7
A few days later I laid on my bed, with an empty bottle of pills beside me, and a razor. As blood poured from my arms, I thought about why I had done this. The death of my best friend had drove me to suicide. The death of an angel.8
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that was so sad yet it was beautiful i know the feeling of losing someone you love and then just wanting to end it all just so you can be with them again.
Avec Amour *~Krymsin Kyss~* -
This was a beauitful story if i do say so myself. It brought back old memories of mine...I wont describe them, but i can truly relate. Awesome write. Keep writing for the world.
Dara -
That is a really beautiful story, I find it pulling on memories in the back of my mind. Attempted suicide, my own cutting addiction I thought I was over. Right down from tracing the scars and being almost mesmorised... there's alot that can be added- more description of emotions perhaps, but I wouldn't take from what you have already- it's brilliant. If something can have me near tears then it's good- I don't feel alot always these days..
Katie xx -
great
hey! omfg i see why you didn't let me read it at your house sorry but i love you and that ws to sad to even really talk about untill i come over again. i will call you later i love you sooooooooo incredible much. it was good and i loved every word of it.
love ya beth -
great job with this one. I liked how you put it together. I hope that you post more things so I can read. your good at your work!
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hehehe...awesome story! read mine called angelic suicide...i think that you'll like it
i haven't finished it yet, but i do intend to post another part or two, maybe three tomorrow so that i can hurry and finish it up. i can't wait to read some more of this! it's great! i love it! keep up the great work hun!
~~Marlana -
Thanx for comenting everyone. When I get the time I'll try to work on the story a little bit, but I probably wont be able to for a while. But yeah, thanx.
~Bil~
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this is a verrryy good story but sad... brings lotsa memories to mind reading it.. it brought tears to my eyes...i used to be a cutter.. not i look at my arm and toatally regret everything... get help if u get that depressed.. talking to people who understand are much better then dieing.. great story tho!
sad but things like this happen like eeryday
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I sort of agree with Flamearrows...dont simply describe the event...make us live it...well i also rather liked...the writing could improve but the idea was so full of pain and depression and emotion...i would kill myself if my best friend killed herself...oh wait i dont have a best friend...but i digress...good write but could use improvement...keep up the good work
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Congratulations for perpetuating a cliche.
Your writing style leaves a lot to be desired, as does your use of spelling and grammar. Don't tell the reader what's happened - describe it and let them figure it out. Stating in one quick paragraph that someone has killed themself, and in the next, having another character also commit suicide drains the story of any deeper meaning or feeling.
flamearrows -
wow...thats sad....i would be devistated if this happened to me...i would have done the same thing probably if my best friend killed herself....i wouldnt have the stength to carry on since she is almost the ONLY person i can tell anything to...anyways this is really good....great job!! keep up the good work!!! best of wishes....
~pigmies -
OMG... this is so sad... horribly sad.. (that's a good thing) I was near tears... that's how I feel about my friends.... this was such a wonderful story. Awesome write.
*~Oleander Dragon~*
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