My Last Breath | a short story by Tyra Racquel
I felt the heartbeat in my chest slowly coming to a stop. Did I really want to die?
I slit both of my wrist vertically and deep enough to where the blood would flow effortlessly.
Not horizontally right? Because if I did it that way then I only wanted attention...right?
I even took way more pills then I’m suppose to just to speed up the process.
Nobody would miss me anyways.
Who was going to care that I was dead?
Nobody stopped when I got jumped in the bathroom by the popular girls at school. Instead, everybody pulled their phones out and recorded the whole thing.
The fact that somebody who I thought was my best friend didn’t jump in to help me hurt me a little bit. She recorded and laughed. I later on realized she played me just to get close to me and learn all of my secrets.
So when I saw her stuffing her tongue down the throat of my long time crush that didn’t break me either.
Now when I made it home I cried. I cried so hard and wiped my tears before my mom made it into my room. She looked at me with hate in her eyes.
She never asked me what was wrong. She stared at me and just shook her head.
She never told me I was pretty. She never hugged me. She did whatever she had to do until I was 18 and old enough to get out of the house.
She didn’t care if I didn’t have anything or had anywhere to go. She was going to put me out on the cold streets.
Now…this is what broke me.
I could handle getting jumped on, my mother not loving me, and even my friend betraying me... but this took the cake.
I fell into a peaceful sleep and the feeling of cold air hit my skin like ice. My blanket was being removed off the top of me.
I braced myself for what was coming next.
The feeling of his rough hands against my skin. The feeling of his lips sweep across my cheek.
Forcing me on my back the silent threat of death invaded my ear and I closed my mouth tightly.
I prayed and when he said that my prayers were falling on death ears I stopped.
I stopped. I stopped. I stopped.
He forced himself into my gates of Heaven.
He took away the sweetest part of me.
He took away my innocence.
The reasons why my mother hated ME is because I looked like HIM.
So, that’s how I got here.
Bleeding. Just bleeding out.
My soul was already gone and my heart was stopping.
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