Light.

She had - as always - the worst day of her life, the same old thing had happened, the same shit was repeated again and again each day, it was a simple vicious circle that did not let you escape once you entered.

He ran to his room and with trembling hands began to look for his blade, the one that "calmed" his anxiety, through it he shouted without the need of words, that offensive device was his way of expressing himself.

When he found her, he had no choice but to slide her wrists slowly, once, again, again, another, cut after cut, immediately the blood began to emanate from his wounds, falling to the ground. Fat drops of red liquid stained the white floor with its interior and exterior.

The tears that had been holding all day, just went to the slight feeling of pain, was the little "drop of water" that filled the glass. She closed her eyes and enjoyed her agony, enjoyed that, as if that would help her get better, even if it was not like that.

Although that was not the way to remedy his mistakes, he still did.
Although that "relieved" her pain, it would not be forever, that would eventually end.

A sob flooded the room, a sob that made the tense atmosphere go gray, the colors around it drained completely.

His arm full of cuts moved with his hands, which were carried to his head and tightened his hair tightly, the girl hated herself, hated the way her parents ignored her.

She hated being her.
She hated that his mother saw his cuts and simply did not pay attention to him.
She hated not being pretty.
She hated looking in the mirror and not feeling complete ...
She hated that her father ignored her problems and simply sent her to a psychologist.

Words; words flooded his mind.
Words that cut more than his leaf through his heart.

Who would help? Her mother had taken her cell phone a few days ago and had no contact with the only person who took her out of the sea of ​​her cries, sea in which she was drowning.
Was death the way out? He thought for a moment, before soothing his sobs and opening his eyes, for a moment he seemed to see light through his darkness.
He had the key to the door of the perfect world in his hands, the blade.
So he did not hesitate even once and brought the double-edged object to his arm, but stopped his hand, was it really the exit? With death would I finally be able to feel at peace?

Do not.

It was not like that, it was not like she thought.

That was not how he would overcome his obstacles, this was not how he would give the world three kicks in the ass, which had turned his back a million times. That was not how he would get true friendship, that was not how he would find love.

There was another exit to the door, there were windows in the house. The door was not the only exit.

So, he finally put the sheet aside.

His tears began to flow again from his eyes, this time it was like an explosion of sensations, joy, sadness, pain, anger, all those feelings were manifested in a simple action like crying.

There was a time when he got tired, he just tired of suffering and stopped his crying, closed his eyes for a couple of seconds and then opened them, rediscovering again with the colors of life, which smiled with joy, were happy to see it again.

And it was as if her wounds healed, she got up and simply decided to keep moving forward.

It was time to pass that barrier that was covering the beautiful things in life.

So, like a warrior, he put on his iron armor to fight, being stronger than he thought.

End.