Name: My fault.

Warnings: language, mentions of self inflicted injury and cutting.

Summary: "She's gone now, and I know...Its all my fault..."

As I stand here, staring at the wall in her room, my eyes wide and full of tears, as she lied there on her bed, bleeding badly from her wrists. And on the wall, written in thick bold letters with blood:

"ALL OF THIS WAS ALL YOUR FAULT."

As if she was yelling it at me, I knew what I said to her hurt her, but, I didn't know she do this. I look down at her, her black hair sticking to her face from the tears, her wrists all sliced up with ugly cuts up and down her arms. Her eyes closed, her skin pale and cold, that's when it hit me...

She's dead...

She's really gone, she really did it, she ended it. I knew she was into cutting bad but, I didn't know if she was going to kill herself and I didn't think she was going to right here and now.

I had came over to give her the stuff she left at my house back, I was still pissed at her, The whole car ride there I was thinking about how much of a bitch she can be, I knew she had issues, the doctors said it was bipolar...I called it bitchiness.

Now I stand here looking at the letter she wrote with my name across it. It reads:

I hope your the one who finds me, so then you can see how much you killed me inside, you cut me into pieces, don't you get it? When you called me weak it broke me into pieces, because I LOVED YOU!

I did, I loved you, I cried with you, laughed with you, joked with you, comforted you, I wipe away all of your tears...And you do this to me, YOU KILLED ME! You killed me inside, so I killed me outside.

AND IT'S ALL YOUR FAULT!

You fucking liar, I hope you fucking pay for what you did to me, I hope the bitch your dating gives you AIDS and fucking cheats on you and the fucking time and your too fucking blind to see it you dumbass, I hope she breaks you like you shattered me...Into pieces, and you didn't even care did you?

I don't get it, I did everything for you, and I just wanted you to love me, was that so much for me to ask?

Well, now you got your wish:

I HATE YOU!

And that was all she wrote. Now it hurts, it hurts bad. I know she's better off hating me then loving me, but, she's not better off dead, I wish she didn't do this. I really wish I had stopped by a little before and would have been able to stop her, because honestly, I love that girl, I do. She was my angel; she meant everything to me, now she's gone, she's gone...

And it's all my fault.

FIN

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