16- flaws

 

Darkness is all around me. Alone, I sit in my room, slicing my wrists at ten pm. I never wanted my life to come to this, but sadly, it has. Getting up, I walk out of my room, looking at my arm where I have cut the word "flaws", blood flowing from the letters.

I walk into the kitchen, lightly sighing, as I clean the wounds over the sink. My blood rushes down the drain, making the silver sink covered in red sticky blood.

I grab a dish towel, wiping off my arm, the letters standing out clear. I wince slightly as the towel dries the cuts out.

"Dan?" I hear someone speak up from the other side of the front door.

"Go away, guys. I don't want to talk today." I slightly yell back, placing the blood stained towel in the sink.

"Now, Daniel." The voice says in a straight tone. Walking to the door, I pause before opening the door.

My jaw drops and I fall to the floor, cover my face and crying loudly as I am greeted by someone I would have never guessed.