Arabella?

Yeah?

How are you?

I don't wanna talk about it

I'm here to listen...

Trust me you don't want to know, you'd never speak to me again

Try me

Sorry I can't

Please?

No!

Fine I'm sorry
Read

Arabella?
Read

I left my phone open to the text messages

*warning triggering stuff ahead*

I walk into my bathroom and open the medicine cabinet, my head hurt and I wanted to scream so loudly, I hated my demons and I hated how not normal I was, I couldn't date because they all call me crazy and run away, maybe it's because I scream outta my mind at night? No guy will ever love me or accept me, I grab the razors off the shelf and open the package taking one out. I sit on the edge of my tub, thoughts flashing through my head,

You're insane

You'll never be loved

You need help

You can't survive this

You're ugly

You're a slut

So for each thought I made a cut on my arm, I watched the blood drip into my bathtub, leaving red drops all over the bottom of the tub, I stare at the blood until I pass out, I fall off the side of the tub and onto the floor, blackness taking over and the demons winning like always.

A/n Hello readers I know so far the story isn't long and is weird I apologize I'm working on making it better and to really get into things