As the anger coursed through my veins, I could feel my hand reaching for the nearest weapon. I grabbed the nearest pair of scissors and slit my throat and let the blood leave my body. I was so done with the shit I was taking from others. This life needed to end and or I would be living in a dark life of depression. Falling to the floor I saw my once coloured skin fading out as I passed on. I had been waiting to die ever since my 12th birthday, and the feeling of what I wanted finally came true, taking my hand to comfort me. Then, with a final gasp of air I faded into darkness.
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I could almost hear a faint voice. "Hello...Hello," It sai