Hope
Know the pain. Know the story.
The light is dim.
She rests in the womb of a metal contraption with water filling the inside.
Her midnight hair cascading down her back into the water.
She rests there thinking about all the pain.
The pain that she has been subjected to her whole life.
The touch of her father's bare skin on hers.
The rush of crank flowing through her veins.
The sharp twinge of the razor running across her skin.
However, the thought of the blade going across her flesh excites her.
The adrenaline rush it can bring fills her with joy.
She is in bliss until she looks down upon her wrists.
Knowing what she has done with that blade.
She remembers the pain that she has caused to herself and the one person she loves.
Her baby brother.
Her brother, so small.
So innocent.
She promised herself that she would never let her brother know the pain that she has felt.
She promised that she would end it before it was to late.
Before her brother could actually understand what happened to her.
She had never thought about life after she turned eighteen.
She never thought she would live to see that day.
But today is that day.
The day when she ends it all.
The day that the pain ends.
She has never known happiness.
She looks upon her brother and sees everything that she wish she was.
Happy and innocent.
Never feeling the pain of what a father can bring to his child.
Or the pain of the hill coming off the crank.
She takes the razor for the last time into her hands.
She kisses it.
She then presses the blade against her flesh drawing a drop of blood.
She sees that drop and pure bliss fills her.
She continues to run it across her skin.
She tilts her head back as the blood stains the water.
The crimson etching itself onto the sides of the metal.
She can fill the life slipping from her.
She is happy.
Her sight begins to fade.
Then she hears a quiet knock.
The knock of her brother.
Wanting to tell her things will be okay.
But its to late.
She's already gone.
If only she had hope.
If only she would not have cut herself.
Her brother would know the love of a sister.
She rests in the womb of a metal contraption with water filling the inside.
Her midnight hair cascading down her back into the water.
She rests there thinking about all the pain.
The pain that she has been subjected to her whole life.
The touch of her father's bare skin on hers.
The rush of crank flowing through her veins.
The sharp twinge of the razor running across her skin.
However, the thought of the blade going across her flesh excites her.
The adrenaline rush it can bring fills her with joy.
She is in bliss until she looks down upon her wrists.
Knowing what she has done with that blade.
She remembers the pain that she has caused to herself and the one person she loves.
Her baby brother.
Her brother, so small.
So innocent.
She promised herself that she would never let her brother know the pain that she has felt.
She promised that she would end it before it was to late.
Before her brother could actually understand what happened to her.
She had never thought about life after she turned eighteen.
She never thought she would live to see that day.
But today is that day.
The day when she ends it all.
The day that the pain ends.
She has never known happiness.
She looks upon her brother and sees everything that she wish she was.
Happy and innocent.
Never feeling the pain of what a father can bring to his child.
Or the pain of the hill coming off the crank.
She takes the razor for the last time into her hands.
She kisses it.
She then presses the blade against her flesh drawing a drop of blood.
She sees that drop and pure bliss fills her.
She continues to run it across her skin.
She tilts her head back as the blood stains the water.
The crimson etching itself onto the sides of the metal.
She can fill the life slipping from her.
She is happy.
Her sight begins to fade.
Then she hears a quiet knock.
The knock of her brother.
Wanting to tell her things will be okay.
But its to late.
She's already gone.
If only she had hope.
If only she would not have cut herself.
Her brother would know the love of a sister.
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