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Content warning: depiction of suicide
Carolyn's POV
"Carolyn!!!" Mom exclaimed my name as I sliced my wrist open.
It was stinging badly. I watched the blood flow with a snicker then raised my bleeding hand up for her to see.
"I stole these for this, mom. To kill myself. I'm done, mom. I can't take it anymore." I howled and made another cut on my wrist. I didn't put much force because I don't intend to die of heavy bleeding but the cuts still hurt.
Mom had gone pale. Her eyes moistened. As I raised the blade to make another cut on my wrist, she crossed the room and grasped my hands.
"Stop it! Are you crazy, Carolyn? You can't..." She trailed off as her lips trembled.
"Why? Does this bother you? The sight of my blood bothers you? This is shocking because I thought I don't matter t
