I think i have a pretty good story,i had it publishedTRIGGER

I wrote a story about a poem my friend wrote... i had it published in my college english class, however i do not own a copy... I will make this attempt to rewrite the story... prolly wont be as good as the original but i will do my best... Enjoy...

"Will They Save Me In Time"
Written by "MissRaven"

Its day time... i'm contemplating my death... im alone and it would be my perfect time... i have nothing left in this life... i feel empty and cold and when i breathe my soul empties out a little bit more... My bones are brittle and skin is gray... hair is frail and im just not what i used to be. No one understands this hurt i feel... like a thousands nails piercing my heart letting it bleed out drips by drips while agonizing tears fall from my face, as if the pain alone isnt enough, i fear im such a disgrace. and just to let this old thumper fill right back up again while someone tears it to shreds before it can even beat again... where is my happiness i so deserve? i am not a terrible human being why am i being tortured? is it because im not the prettiest girl? is it because i am not the popular girl? maybe im suffering because i have no light in my life, but my lightbulbs seemed to be broken, and the light switch cant be found... i dig deep with my nails piercing my skin... just the feeling of it is so soothing... i release the pressure from all this anxiety... i know i would feel better if i could live my eternity... i doubt anyone would notice im gone... i wouldnt be in the paper, the news wouldnt show me at all... i would just disappear in to the shadows of my life... live with the haunting that i sacrificed my life for... im dead to the world... i wish i was queen just for today... my ending has come ive made my choice id be happier in the ground living with worms...

i grab my blade, my favorite scarf, i take a picture of my parents cause i wont get to say good bye... im cant believe im gonna do it as i walk my way to the bathroom... i slowly shut the door with such anticipation... to think death is beyond one more door... that i wont have to suffer my life not one second more... im getting sentimental thinking about what i might miss... but its nothing compared to the hell im currently living in... i see shadows of hate crawling through my head... anger of regret and fear of all that became... innocence that was lost at such a young age... i feel like every thing sacred has been ripped away from me... there is no one holding a hand for me to reach for... there is no voice on the otherside of the telephone... my cries and screams are left unheard... ive tried warning people but im being ignored... no wants me in their life, because i suffer and it brings them down... ive been abandoned left for dead... so ill just go through with it and make everyone happy instead...

i sit in a corner between the toilet and the bath... its black and white checkered tile so the blood should mop right up... i take my blade and with deep pressure i pull across... i cut as deep as possible almost losing function in my hands... i quickly grab the blade with my other hand and slice... i whimper out in pain, but oh this feels right... i close my eyes and lean my head back pretend the breeze is flowing through my hair... my wrist fall limp and are bleeding very fast... im in the moment my death is so peaceful... i quietly await till all my blood runs out...

The front door opens, i hear my mom say my name... oh no i do not want them to find me like this...
what have i done to myself? what will my parents think? i try to stand but i am too weak...

i shouldnt have done this its all a big mistake... i go to call for help my nothing comes out...
i hear footsteps close by the door.. i keep reaching for the handle but its slipery and my hands dont wanna work anymore... im losing blood quickly im fading in and out... i fall to the floor in pure regret hoping they will open that door... my breathing becomes slow... i feel i only have a few breaths left oh mommy oh mommy can you hear my thoughts open that door...

i hear the footsteps get closer the knob begins to turn, the door opens slowly my eyes shut and im gone...

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