"Have you ever tried to kill yourself?" she asked, and I once again was deep in thoughts

5 years ago:

That’s it I have to get out of here! I feel like a lab rat with the socks and the injections and the fucking of man! I can’t take it anymore. It has to end…

I took her necklace looking at it one last time. I never wear it, it’s not mine to wear but still I think I’ll miss having it. Sometimes I could stop the voices with it the little Angel with horns was given a very calm face… There was a knock on the door. "Here" I said giving her the necklace and she handed me her scarf. It was red how amusing…

I took my self made blade, they took my razor away, which was horrible, especially cus’ now there was this filthy man watching me when I wanted to shave my lags… so I had to improvise and I carved me a new knife.

And then after one last look in the mirror, ‘god, I look like hell…’ I started a long deep cut in my left arm up down. Most people don’t know this but if you want to shot to kill you have to cut in a perpendicular matter not horizontal because that’s how the veins work so if you want to get it done that’s what you do… not that I recommend it, I don’t. The blood started to flow from my arm and I could feel the life starting to drain away. "Look at you, pathetic." I heard her mother say. Well at least I won’t have to hear the voices anymore. "You coward little shit!" I heard Walter now. "wanna play?" what? Who said that? "Please come and play" it’s that boy again I could never see his face. I was about to pass out then they came.

"Oh my god! Look what the little bitch did!" one of them said "call the Dr, hurry" the other one ordered as he was leaning to check on me and the rest is blackness.     

Present:

"No" I answered her question, finally, looking into her eyes. She didn’t look satisfied by the answer, but there was no doubt in her eyes and I liked it. She believed me…