The Scars Never Faded

I grabbed my razor from my big, pink jewelry box, shoving it quickly in my pocket. "My escape," I whisper to myself, running to my bathroom. I switch on the light and locked the door, so nobody could walk in on me. "Eleanor?" My mother screams up the stairs. My voice shaky, full of obvious tears, I reply. "What mom..." There's dead silence. I place my hand on my face, and i can feel the tears on the tip of my hand. 'Delaying me from dying, aren't you bitch..' I think to myself. Screw it. I sit on the floor, and grab my razor. I can't do this anymore.. Nobody will care.. I'm just a loser.. These thought run through my mind as I jam my razor into my wrists. Blood drips down my arm, and I begin to feel extremely dizzy. Cut after cut, i feel the usual relief. " ELEANOR.." My mom screams again, 10 minutes later, full of great anger. I ignore her. The room is spinning all around me, as if i just got off of a roller coaster. I begin drifting off, passing out, I believe. "Elllleaaanoooooorr" I hear my name being dragged on. Before I know it, my floor is covered in a layer of brick red blood, and I'm barely alive. Perfect