• I was sitting in my room, staring at my wall, when my phone rang. I didn’t get up to get it so it went to voice mail. Beep “Leah, its me….your mother…..please pick up the phone. I didn’t mean the things I said to you…and I know you miss your brother….but please pick up the phone. Ok just call me back,” and then it stopped. I looked at the phone then at my scared wrist, “When I first started to cut…..it hurt. But now I’m used to it.” I stood and walked to a picture that was hanging on the wall, “James……my brother…..why did you leave. We made plans to get into the same collage……but then…you left.” A tear rolled down my cheek and I walked to my closet. I dug around in my bag and pulled out a razor, “It will end soon…and I will join you, James.” I put the razor against my fragile skin and was about to slide it across my wrist when someone burst through the door, “What are you going Leah.” I looked up and tears slid down my cheeks. “Go away….leave me be,” I cried. The person rushed to me and grabbed my wrists, “Why, Leah….don’t end up like me.” I looked at the person and I gasped. Tears gushed out of my eyes and I ran to him, “James…I thought you were dead” He looked at me and pushed me away, tears where rolling down our cheeks. “I am dead, Leah. But I wanted to tell you that its not your turn to go,” he cried. I walked back to my bed and murmured, “Go away…leave me to suffer.” He disappeared and I grabbed the razor, the edges cutting my fingers. “I have nothing here….I’m tired of feeling pain…my heart just won’t mend,” I cried. I slid the razor across my skin, going deeper the before. “Ugh……it hurts,” I cried. I looked at my wrist and watched the blood flow out of the cut and onto the floor. “Hmph…..now the other,” I murmured. I looked at my other wrist and counted the cuts, 9 in all. I placed the razor on my soft skin and clenched my teeth while sliding it across my wrist. The feeling of my skin splitting was painful but reassuring. I watched as the blood poured from my wrists, I shook my head and a tear rolled down my cheek. I got up and stumbled to the phone and dialed my mothers number, “Mom…its Leah. You won’t see me anymore, I’m leaving…..I’m going to join my brother. I went to far this time….I know…..but don’t think bad of me. I cut to deep and it won’t stop bleeding….so I know by the time you get here I will be dead. So I wanted to say goodbye to you and let you know how much I love you…..and that I forgive you for those words the other day. I’m sorry that I’m leaving this pain behind….but don’t feel guilty. So goodbye and I love you.” The phone slipped from my hands and fell to the floor, the blood covering it. I walked to my bed with the picture of James and laid down. The blood felt sticky as it puddles around me. “I’m so stupid….forgive me mom,” I cried. Then I felt the darkness reach out and pull me under. I saw my body white and lifeless and I knew I made a mistake….but I wasn’t able to take it back. I saw my mother rush in and fall to her knees crying. I wanted to be there to hold her and say I’m sorry….but I can’t. The last thing I saw was the ambulance pulling up the driveway and people surounding our house before it went black and I was free.