Ashley ran up to her room, grabbed her razor from the hiding place in her dresser. She turned to her mirror, stared at her reflection while she whispered " Look at yourself, you're worthless, pathetic, nobody while ever love you, you will forever be alone." She walked towards the bathroom, tightly gripping her razor in a closed fist. Tears ran down her cheeks as she locked the bathroom door and slithered into the bathtub. She rolled up her black sweatshirt that hid her day old scabbed cuts. She ran her fingers up and down the red cuts on her arm, she pressed down and felt the burn of her many slices. She took the razor and ran the cool metal lightly against her skin, testing her skins resistance against the sharp edge of her razor. She closed her eyes as she dug the razor into her skin, to take the pain away. The crimson red blood flowed as she cried, it seeped through her skin and down her arm. As the blood dribbled down it outlined the aging scars, that gave her skin a light tint of red. She bit her lip and cut another line into her pale wrist, right on top of a blue vein, just to find relief from her everyday problems and pain. But, this time she cut too deep, she tried to find too much relief. Blood spewed from her fresh open wound onto her, her clothes, and into the tub. She sat there watching herself bleed, telling herself she deserved this. Thoughts ran through her mind, who is going to find her? Will anyone even miss her or notice she is gone? Probably not Ashley was just another nobody that no one ever noticed. She tried to get up and stop the overflow of bleeding, but it was too late she had watched the blood trickle out of her arm for too long. She stood up light headed, she stepped out of the bathtub grabbed a towel and stumbled into her room. As she applied pressure to the giant gash that she had created, she knew she wasn't going to make it. She messed up and now had to pay with her life. In anger she threw her razor across the room, and grabbed paper and a pen to write a letter to her mother.

Mom
Im sorry, Its my fault.
I love you. Sorry about the mess.
Love Always,
Ashley

As she finished she dropped her pen and blacked out, she had lost too much blood. About half an hour later her mother came home and went to go check on Ashley. As she opened the door, she let out a blood curdling scream, Ashley was slumped over on her blood stained carpet, the smell of death lurking in the air. She went and cradled her baby, her only daughter was cold as ice. As she read the note, tears streamed down her face. She called the ambulance but knew it was too late, Ashley was dead. Her life taken by her own hand.