Warm blood trickled down my hand, and onto the cold, white snow. It hurt. Bad. I looked down at the deep cut on my wrist, and it was burning, and dark red blood oozed out fast. Nothing mattered to me right now. Everything in my life has turned upside down, and now, I have nothing. I curled up in a ball, and dropped my head to the tree behind me. The pearl white snow underneath me slowly turned red with blood, slowly growing in all directions, running all over. I felt light headed, and dizzy. Everything turned red. Will I survive? Will they be happy to see me after I die? How much longer will I have to deal with this pain? I thought. So, yes. I have a reason for all this. My parents died in a car accident, I have no friends anymore, the only person I can talk to is my therapist, who I can no longer pay for, and I just have nothing to live for. Nothing. After moments of thinking, and wondering, my mind went blank, and I lost all feeling. That bloody kitchen knife fell to the ground, and sunk into the snow. Everything went black-- just like I'd planned-- and i met that bright light everyone talks about when you die.
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