10 minutes.

I set my bag down. today was my last straw. I set my timer for 10 minutes. grabbing a pencil and some paper. I sit at my desk and write some letters. I'm sorry. mother. I never wanted to put you through this. I clean my room. it's always been messy. 4 minutes remain on the timer. my parents sit in their room, sleeping. they never bother to check on me anyway. 1 minute remained as I stare at the wall. blankly. nothing in my head, it's just. numb. I hear the timer go off. I dismiss it. I grab the knife that has been calling to me. the freezing lustering metal, peirces through my stomach. Black. I'm sorry. mom.