WARNING: MIGHT CONTAIN VIOLENCE.

I was crying profusely, ensuring myself that, it was the end of it all. I was pretty sure I wanted it to end, all of it. I couldn't wait for my sister to arrive, so I could carry out my plan. I was too engrossed in my plan and thoughts, that's I didn't notice when Tofunmi arrived until I felt a soft touch on my shoulder. "Why are you crying?" she asked in a soft unsure voice.

I shook my head and said, "Nothing."

She didn't say a word but rather began to open the door with a frown on her face. When she opened the door, she didn't wait or tell me to come in, she walked in. I grabbed my bag and walked in also. The iron gate banged behind me since I didn't carefully shut it. I walked straight to our room, flung my bag on my bed, and hopped on it with my face to it.

My brain didn't give my body anytime to be happy, as the memories started flooding in. I began to cry again. I began to mutter bad accusations to myself, letting the weight of it all, rest on my shoulder. My sight became blinded by these accusations as words of pain began to ring and ring aloud, in my mind. I became so compelled and pushed to end it all. I began to wonder the kind of peace Art was in. I wanted to feel that peace, I wanted to end it all.

I knew when I reached my backpack for a razor, and I also didn't know. I was conscious, yet unconscious. I unwrapped the razor and brought it close to my wrist. The pains within me were overloading. I wanted them out. I really wanted them out so badly, so I pressed the razor deeper and slit. Right across my wrist.

I instantly began to feel a certain kind of joy, as my blood began to pour out. It was like as if, all the pains I felt within were escaping through the cut. Even though the cut was stinging and paining me, I still felt strangely happy.

I sighed in relief as I begun to feel weak and my eyelids became too heavy, as they shut.