I stayed quiet as I listened to her loud voice. Each word echoed in my head. This voice, the only voice that hurts, the only voice that I've ever really listened to every word. Carefully paying attention to the pain she brought, i became more empty after every word she said. Finally, after sitting, listening, crying, I looked up into her eyes, still seeing the anger burning inside. I began to laugh histerically, went to my room, came back out, sat back down infront of her. I began arguing with her, then stopped to listen, to wait for her to say just the right thing. The words that I've heard several times before finally came. "You fuck up everything!" as she said this I looked at her, and only had one thing to say.
"I promise I won't do it again." As these words fell from my lips, i brought my hand to my neck, and in a swift motion, the sharp square object i held to so tightly in my hand slit my throat with a deep gash. The face that stood before me, that was once filled with anger, now filled with terror. As my body became limp, my arm fell to my side, she stared at it with a guilty look, and she read what was carved into my skin, "Are you happy now?"