To You

The memories of every painful thing in my past came into my mind, flooding me with sorrow and despair. It took me a while to take the razor apart with a sharp tack; I accidentally stabbed myself a couple times. Finally I took it a part and went to the bathroom not anticipating what came next. The pain didn’t come until long after the accident happened. I took the razor and put it on my wrist… close to the veins that could easily betray me and let me die. I slid it across way too fast and saw my skin bust open with blood and sticky tissue that should not be shown… I cut too deep. I stopped bleeding after a long moment of losing blood. It was almost time for my family teachers and the other girls to wake up, so I staggered to the living room and threw myself on the couch. Finally my family teacher came out; I slowly pulled myself up and walked slowly to the kitchen to talk to her, “I cut too deep… I think I need to go to the hospital.” I said in a slow slur. She looked at my arm and agreed with me and then put me in the car and drove… fast. When we got there they didn’t take me in for a while and I got really tired sitting and waiting. When I finally got pulled in to the back they asked me if I had any pain I said no because I was still in shock from the loss of blood. When the doctor saw me he had to give me stitches and take my blood so I felt even queasier and light headed. He had to give me ten stitches and internal stitches as well. When we got home I was still light headed from lack of blood, but it didn’t matter, I was just grateful to still be alive. i couldnt help but think of what i really wasnt losing, but that was before i met my friend. he showed me how life works and how to play the game right. i now understand why i have been losing. if it werent for him... i wouldve already been lost. if you are reading this then you know who you are. i love you