Just a little while longer.....(part 11)

(Author's Note: Wait, Italic? Italian italic? ooohhhh i like. okay back to business.
I would like to say: IM SO SORRY IM SO SORRY IM SO SORRY. okay, heh heh. thank you.
-Trinity)
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Wednesday

     Gladys rolled over again, trying to find a comfortable position. Her clock read 2:37am. She

couldn't sleep. She was kept awake by the eerie sounds outside and her mind's morbid thoughts.

She had been contemplating cutting for 2 hours now. It would be so much better than feeling

everything else. Gladys reached under her pillow, stroking the cold blade, adrenaline rushing

through her. It was so tempting, it would feel so good. Gladys decided. Just a few cuts, then she

would sleep. Gladys grabbed the knife and sat up. She told herself this was good, it was helpful.

She knew it wasn't true, but when had she ever done anything right?

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     Gladys couldn't believe it was time for school. She felt like she had just laid down when her

the alarm went off. She slowly rolled off her bed, wincing as her wrists brushed against the bed.

She closed her eyes and told herself it was good. This pain was better than the other pain.

Gladys opened her eyes and looked at the line of red on her wrist. It was a small price to pay.

       She hurriedly got dressed, struggling to find another long sleeve shirt to hide her wrists.

She didn't want anyone to see. Was she ashamed? Gladys looked at her cuts for answers. The

only answer she got was the pain. Gladys sat on her bed and took three deep breaths, just as she had

read online. Apparently breathing helped with panic attacks. Her heart started beating faster and

Gladys started to get scared. Was she dying?

    Gladys stared down at her shaking hands and started to cry. She was not okay.

But then again, had she ever been?

Comments

  1. *wishing Gladys was real so I could give her a hug*

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  2. No! Gladys, no! Where are her so-called frens?

    Ellie, I agree, Gladys needs hugs and someone to tell her she is loved.

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  3. Girl, you got the gift of inflicting sorrow in your readers as well as in your characters. I agree with Rienna and Ellie. Gladys needs hugs and a good friend. Her life seems so bleak.

    Overall, a good post. Keep up the good writing. :)

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  4. Thank you :) I'm sorry!! I know I'm a horrible person. Unfortunately the night isn't over yet.....
    I'll write a blog post very soon! Love you frens! Thanks for the support xD
    -Trin

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