I finally did it. I finally cut my wrists with a blade. I watched as my newly fresh cuts grew, as the newly fresh blood fall out of my cuts and unto my bed. The huge stains of blood grew on my bed sheets as it just kept coming every second.

At first it hurt, I tried not to cry, which was impossible. The tears fell down my face as I sobbed, shaking. I cried because half of me was regretting this, and that I'm failing my friends, family, especially my parents. The other half of me didn't care. It felt good to release the pain, even though I added more.

I secretly have a few magic powers. My parents know and tried helping me control it. Which helped, a lot. Especially with what I'm facing now. I just hoped they didn't see my cuts. I don't want them to worry. Because if they did, they would know that their 14 year old girl, Ella Butler, is suicidal. Which I am, but they would either be super worried, or they won't care at all.

(The one who had this idea was thebreakfastclvb 😊)