The voice

She sat in the dark room staring blankly. Her hands shook and stung where the razor has sliced her.

she didn't want this. She despiced her self, everytime that cursed razor marked her skin. she wanted someone to look and notice. To ask how she was or why she cried her self to sleep.

" why would they ask when they don't know?" a logical voice interrupted her pitiful thoughts.

"they wouldn't care nor ask even if they did know." the other menacing voice said mockingly.

"just take that beautiful razor and save everyone the burden. they all would be happier without you anyways."

"your mom doesn't love you and your dad would rather spend his time in his boring office then see you. Your friends don't really love you. they just put up wih you because you're so pitiful."

the voice kept on repeating those statments over and over making her clutch her head from pain.

"N-No y-you're a l-liar!" she yelled while hitting her self.

"tsk tsk tsk. look at this sour sight. who would want you? you ruin everyones life."

"get out get out get out get out get out get out get out get out get out get out get out get out....."

she kept whispering over and over as she assualted her head more.

"you want me out?....... then end it."

she stopped, looked down at teh razor that was now thrown at the floor, her shaky hands slowly reaching towards it.

She felt the coldness of the metal and the now dried blood against her throat.

she didn't want this, she wanted to live finish school, go to prom, shop for dresses with her besties. She knew that everything the voice said was a lie but it still ate at her made her doubt her self, made her hurt people she cared about. she wanted, no needed help.

she gulped before taking a deep breath, throwing the razor across the room before letting out a scream.

"MOM!!!!!!!!"

"MO---"

she didn't have to scream again as her mothrt dashed into the room, eyed widening at the scene before quickly pulling her now sobbing daughter in her arms.

"you failed. just like you do everything else. you cant even finish your self. pathetic." the voice angrily criticized her

"I'm so sorry Im so sorry im so sorry..." she kept repeating over and over as her mother hold on her got tighter.

"shhhh. It's okay. you dont have to apologize for anything. I got you. You're going to be okay." her mother assured her as she wiped her tears and kissed the top of her head

she woke up in a brightly lit room surrounded by her parents and friends.

her eyes teared up as she watched them huddle up next to her

"thank you." she simply said smiling contently before falling back asleep.

the voice was gone.

they really do care

they really do love her.

she was right.