Suicide is an art, it must be executed precisely. This one chooses razor blade. The weak believe suicide is a way out. They don't care about their families, they don't care about what might happen tomorrow. Their cowardice is my gain. You see, pitiful, weeping girl, you are why I am strong. You are weak. You are ignorant. You are not worthy of life. Sweet little girl, you don't know that tomorrow, the sun will shine anew, you don't know that your mother has been meaning to tell you, you will be having a younger sibling. You don't know that your father will turn up one of these days, he'll be sober and clean shaven. You don't know that the boy that is your best friend thinks you're beautiful. Pitiful, cowardly, creature your insides are black with envy and selfishness. Your kind...your pitiful, annoying kind are the bane of existence. If you survive, you will have a life you do not deserve. You are a wasteful, idiotic little ninny. Yes, yes naïve little one, right there, that blue vein. The one you see right there. Is that razor sharp? Good, we want to cut cleanly. We want a slow, painful death. I want you to think about the boy you think is your soulmate. I want you to know that he isn't. He will never be. You were never worthy of his love. That girl, the one with the big chest, the one who constantly mocks you, she is his. He has proved that many times. Many, many times. I want you to know he's been cheating since November. I want you to know, when he is with you, he thinks of her. Always, thinks of her. Her tears roll down her cheeks. They come in great floods. Mom isn't home. Mom won't hear. Mom won't hear you die. She presses the razor to her skin, slowly sawing into the vital vein that brings life, I feel the haze of pain and confusion. Yes, this one is weak. This one is a good candidate. Soon she is pallid. The razor has fallen from her grip. She's sweaty, and crying, and holding her arm. She is afraid. She doesn't want to die anymore. She doesn't want to die and she needs help. This part is the best. They finally realize, they realize all along they've been tricked. They don't want to die. They want to live. Seconds, minutes, they tick by slowly, as the blood flows, she dies slowly. Yes, very slowly. As her brain and heart slow, she thinks of the boy that actually loves her. She thinks of his warm, big smile, his dark, curly brown hair, his brown eyes with speckles of green in them, she sees them so clearly. But he's not smiling anymore. He's crying. She's never seen him cry. His cell phone is out and he's screaming. She realizes she didn't cut through. Then I realize. Fate has given this weak one another chance. She doesn't deserve it. Her thoughts flash, and she passes out. -------------------------------------------- She awakes in a hospital bed. She is alive. Tobias, the one who saved her is sitting there, beside her, stroking her forehead. She wants Nikolai, her boyfriend. Stupid, stupid girl. She looks into her friends eyes and they kiss. God, this is disgusting. She should be dead. But weak ones always find a way, they always do. It's a matter of time. So right now, little girl, be happy with him. Be happy, and I will see you again soon, very soon. One shot :3.
.........damn? I don't know wether to ask for update or just drop my iPod and rock in the fetal position.