You'll be okay

I woke up from another nightmare. I looked at the clock next to my bed. 12:04 a.m. Way too early to be dealing with this now. I took my phone out from underneath my pillow and checked my messages. There was only one. It was from my boyfriend Kyle.
I'm breaking up with you. I found someone better than you. You meant nothing to me anyways.
The one time I choose to read something other than a gay fanfiction, this is what I get? I felt the tears coming on. Not now. Not now. I go to the bathroom and look in the mirror. My blue hair stuck out in all directions, and my mascara and eyeliner was smeared. The lion tattoo on my collarbone looked almost faded. I'm a comeplete mess and I hate myself. I took my makeup bag out of the cabinet and took out a razor blade. I pressed the blade up against my skin and slowly ran it across my wrists. I put around forty fresh cuts on myself and just watched the crimson liquid quickly drip into the sink. I put the blade on the counter and sat down in the corner of the bathroom and just cried. A few minutes later, my uncle Tony walked in and saw me lying there in the pooling blood, unconscious. He picked me up and quickly carried me downstairs. He called for my dad and called 911. When I woke up, I woke up in a hospital bed with bandages around my stitched up wrists.

Notes

Sorry about the chapter not being so long. I'll try to make the next chapter a little longer!