A N O N Y M O U S.

C H A P T E R 4

A P R I L F O U R T E E N T H 2 O 1 3

3 : 1 O pm

"It's begun

The feeling that the end

Has come"

-Little Mix

I realize that not everyone is perfect.

I know that life isn't all its made out to be.

I'm sure that my world, as small and insignificant as it is, is the only thing that matters at the moment.

I am positive that my life is nothing.

I became sure of all those things this afternoon.

...

We lost the case.

I brought up a witness.

She lied.

Or maybe she just forgot.

But I really dont think so.

He had a very prestgious lawyer.

Which is something I don't have.

I went home feeling defeated.

My mo left on one of her dates, and I wanted an apple.

I took a knife out of the drawer, and cut the apple.

As I ate, the knife gleamed on the table.

I picked it up and stared at it.

Then I slit my wrist.

It was an accident at first.

Then it wasnt.

It felt good.

Really good.

So I took the knife into my room, and hid it.

She'll never know.

No one will.

But I will.

And thats what counts.

I cry myself to sleep.

signed,

anonymous