Too Much

She sits in her room alone with a knife in her right hand. Slowly, she slits her wrist, creating another cut, and another. Blood drips from her body onto her black skinny jeans and she stares at the spot. A tear falls from her eye and she begins to cry. A plate breaks upstair and she cries even harder. She can't take it. Her parents have been fighting for as long as she can remember, and it's getting to her. She doesn't even know what it's like to be loved because her parents are too busy arguing with eachother to even talk to her. Her friends try to help, but she pushes them away, she pushes everyone away. She stares at the window and decides to go for it. Taking the knife with her, she climbs out the window and begins to run, not looking back.