'Nothing they said in there was true...' was what I told the me inside the mirror while my mind wandered from the mirror where swollen eyes glared back at me to the razor that sat on the bathroom counter. Logically speaking, this wish was a huge mistake, and almost anyone would agree. However, logic was not on my side that day. My internal feelings were what my mind registered, so I placed my hand over the blade's handle while the prior events of the evening rushed over me...
Earlier, my siblings and I were hanging out in 'the girls' room'. The four of us really just wanted to have a peaceful evening; however, those plans were ruined right after our parents were pushed into the same room.
Fighting broke out right away. How did I know? Well, …show more content…
What was the point of continuing a life where my home and school life weren't going to get any better? The definition of insanity was repeating something when you already knew the outcome, after all! And I didn't want to go insane!! I didn't want to hurt others with my erratic and irrational behavior (even if some people thought I already …show more content…
My father pulled my hands away from my neck. My mother sat there with him in an attempt to calm me down after such an attempt. They both had different ways of going about it, but they both had a central goal that they agreed upon for the first time in a while. If only I'd known sooner that this was what it would take...
The next ten or twenty minutes-- the specific time spent on that bed with tears running down my cheeks and into either my mouth or shirt is a fact that's been lost in time-- was spent sitting there in a comforting embrace and trying to talk me out of going to such dangerous measures to gain relief. And after many 'why's, 'it gets better's, and 'it'll all be okay's, we all went our separate ways for a moment of peace. That is, after I heard my mom tell me this--
"We're going to get you
Earlier, my siblings and I were hanging out in 'the girls' room'. The four of us really just wanted to have a peaceful evening; however, those plans were ruined right after our parents were pushed into the same room.
Fighting broke out right away. How did I know? Well, …show more content…
What was the point of continuing a life where my home and school life weren't going to get any better? The definition of insanity was repeating something when you already knew the outcome, after all! And I didn't want to go insane!! I didn't want to hurt others with my erratic and irrational behavior (even if some people thought I already …show more content…
My father pulled my hands away from my neck. My mother sat there with him in an attempt to calm me down after such an attempt. They both had different ways of going about it, but they both had a central goal that they agreed upon for the first time in a while. If only I'd known sooner that this was what it would take...
The next ten or twenty minutes-- the specific time spent on that bed with tears running down my cheeks and into either my mouth or shirt is a fact that's been lost in time-- was spent sitting there in a comforting embrace and trying to talk me out of going to such dangerous measures to gain relief. And after many 'why's, 'it gets better's, and 'it'll all be okay's, we all went our separate ways for a moment of peace. That is, after I heard my mom tell me this--
"We're going to get you