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// Prove Them All Wrong... 
// Story: Enough Reasons To Die... 
// by Mensonge Singer 
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I slowly open my eyes as I find my pillow wet with my tears. I hate looking back on those memories, why can't I just move on...? I can't and I never will... So what's the point...?

I get out of my bed, walking over to my dresser staring at myself in the mirror as the tears roll down my cheeks. I notice everything I hate about myself, to the scars of the past, or my skinny body. 

You don't have to do this anymore...

"You're right..." I uttered. I walk over to my drawer and pull out my knife and grabbing a towel from my night stand.

I notice the picture frame of me with my parents the day I got my cutie mark. Tears formed my eyes at that memory but I know that I would be joining them soon. 

I put the towel in my mouth as I put the blade up to my neck as I bit down, preparing for the pain. I start to press it against my flesh as I feel the blood begin to spill from my body. My tears run down my face as I press harder until I lose grasp of the knife and I struggle for air. 

I fall to the ground as the towel falls out of my mouth and falls onto the floor. I gasp for air as my body begins to spazz out and I stare at the puddle of blood forming on the floor of my room, gushing out of my neck.

Blood... nothing I can see but blood... the taist of iron in my mouth fills my mind as I continue to slip away. My eyes begin to twitch and roll into the back of my head as I hear myself gagging for air, coughing up blood and unable to breathe. I feel a dark cloud come out from above me as I felt myself slipping away farther and farther. I suddenly feel everything stop as my senses slowly die away. I hear a faint voice speak to me.

"You are alone, and nobody will ever miss you when you're gone..."

I feel the darkness overtake me completely as everything goes cold and dark. I feel nothing but a warm fresh puddle of blood.