Bang!
I dropped the knife on the ground. I just couldnt go through it. I really thought I could, but I couldnt.
Flashbacks after flashbacks playing in my head.
What would the people who do care about me say?
Or would they be happier?
All I know is in that very moment I couldn't. Some strong force keeping me from ending it all.
I had dropped the knife and slid down the wall and hit the ground.
Tears rushing out of my eyes. I go to reach my phone to call my friend.
I click the phone on and just sat there staring at it. Couldnt gather any motivation to call.
What if they just thought I was crazy?
They would say "You need help. Go to therapy". Or the "Awe, I'm sorry".
No one wants to hear that. I'm not asking for sympathy or what not, I just need a friend.
I look over and see my dog laying next...