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God it’s a rainy day. Ever since I woke up this morning to when I got off work it’s been bucketing down nonstop. At least I’m wearing a hoodie. I walk up the steps to my house to find Gorgeous hiding between the pot plants. “Stupid cat” I smirk “Why didn’t you stay inside with Loomis?”

She meows at me as she shakes the rain off her coat. I unlock the door and pick her up. Ugh, she is so heavy. The wind slams the door shut behind us. Poor Gorgeous is startled and scratches at my arms trying to escape. Her claws reopen the slits on my arm and beads of blood begin to trickle down my dark skin; the pain brings back memories of last week and the horrible thoughts that drove me to decorate myself in these scars.

I yelp and clutch my wrist. For a second I recall the depression that possessed me that night; the harsh truth that no one cared about me or what I was doing with my life. I suppose that would make a lot of people feel free, but it just makes me feel unnecessary and unwanted

and that was all I thought as I downed pill after pill

And it was all I would whisper as I lay there in the bathtub, waiting to die

“Unnecessary…Unwanted…”

And that was all I thought I was, until I saw Loomis’s big eyes looking up at me and felt his huge tongue licking the blood off my arms. I knew that he at least didn’t want me die, so I suppose it was a good idea to call the ambulance before I was completely gone, because I realised that he needs me and I need him too.

Oh. Speak of the devil, he’s charging straight toward me. He jumps up into my arms and licks my face. “I’m happy to see you too, boy.”

The little pootalian pants in my ear. He’s always so happy to see me, especially when I’ve had to work all day. I put him down on the floor and make my way into the kitchen, both of my pets following me. Poor things must be hungry.

I open the pantry. Damn. There’s barely anything left. Lucky I had my dinner at work, thanks to Felic stealing some leftovers from the kitchens. It wasn’t much; just a muffin and a hot chocolate, but they had nothing else but sausage rolls left. I refuse to eat sausage rolls. Blegh.

Gorgeous starts mewing and mooching at me and Loomis starts licking my hand “Alright you two, hold your horses.”

I get out Loomis’s dry food and Gorgeous’s wet food and they escort me to their bowls. I top them up, and they begin to scoff it straight down.

Greedy little things they are, gnawing their way through my wallet, but I’m glad mum convinced me into getting them; Pet therapy has been working well.

Well, since they’ve their noses stuck in their bowls, I guess I’ll run a bath.

I open the door and am suddenly overwhelmed with depression as I look upon the room. The bathroom is still messy from last week’s breakdown; there are pills spilled all over the counter, a little murky water in the bathtub and a blade sitting in the soap holder. As I stare at the blade, it seems to draw me closer and my mind begins to whisper

“U N N E C E S S A R Y … U N W A N T E D … Do it! You know no one will care. You know no one will miss you. No one has since your “beloved Mother” died. Just do it! DO IT YOU COWARD!”

I almost give in to these harsh whispers as I stand there in the doorway and my eyelids begin to twitch. I shake my head, close my eyes and bite my lip before slamming the door as hard as I can

“I don’t want to…” I whimper.

I guess I’ll skip the bath tonight.

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God it’s a rainy day. Ever since I woke up this morning to when I got off work it’s been bucketing down nonstop. At least I’m wearing a hoodie. I walk up the steps to my house to find Gorgeous hiding between the pot plants. “Stupid cat” I smirk “Why didn’t you stay inside with Loomis?”

She meows at me as she shakes the rain off her coat. I unlock the door and pick her up. Ugh, she is so heavy. The wind slams the door shut behind us. Poor Gorgeous is startled and scratches at my arms trying to escape. Her claws reopen the slits on my arm and beads of blood begin to trickle down my dark skin; the pain brings back memories of last week and the horrible thoughts that drove me to decorate myself in these scars.

I yelp and clutch my wrist. For a second I recall the depression that possessed me that night; the harsh truth that no one cared about me or what I was doing with my life. I suppose that would make a lot of people feel free, but it just makes me feel unnecessary and unwanted

and that was all I thought as I downed pill after pill

And it was all I would whisper as I lay there in the bathtub, waiting to die

“Unnecessary…Unwanted…”

And that was all I thought I was, until I saw Loomis’s big eyes looking up at me and felt his huge tongue licking the blood off my arms. I knew that he at least didn’t want me die, so I suppose it was a good idea to call the ambulance before I was completely gone, because I realised that he needs me and I need him too.

Oh. Speak of the devil, he’s charging straight toward me. He jumps up into my arms and licks my face. “I’m happy to see you too, boy.”

The little pootalian pants in my ear. He’s always so happy to see me, especially when I’ve had to work all day. I put him down on the floor and make my way into the kitchen, both of my pets following me. Poor things must be hungry.

I open the pantry. Damn. There’s barely anything left. Lucky I had my dinner at work, thanks to Felic stealing some leftovers from the kitchens. It wasn’t much; just a muffin and a hot chocolate, but they had nothing else but sausage rolls left. I refuse to eat sausage rolls. Blegh.

Gorgeous starts mewing and mooching at me and Loomis starts licking my hand “Alright you two, hold your horses.”

I get out Loomis’s dry food and Gorgeous’s wet food and they escort me to their bowls. I top them up, and they begin to scoff it straight down.

Greedy little things they are, gnawing their way through my wallet, but I’m glad mum convinced me into getting them; Pet therapy has been working well.

Well, since they’ve their noses stuck in their bowls, I guess I’ll run a bath.

I open the door and am suddenly overwhelmed with depression as I look upon the room. The bathroom is still messy from last week’s breakdown; there are pills spilled all over the counter, a little murky water in the bathtub and a blade sitting in the soap holder. As I stare at the blade, it seems to draw me closer and my mind begins to whisper

“U N N E C E S S A R Y … U N W A N T E D … Do it! You know no one will care. You know no one will miss you. No one has since your “beloved Mother” died. Just do it! DO IT YOU COWARD!”

I almost give in to these harsh whispers as I stand there in the doorway and my eyelids begin to twitch. I shake my head, close my eyes and bite my lip before slamming the door as hard as I can

“I don’t want to…” I whimper.

I guess I’ll skip the bath tonight.