Tears Were Shed, Blood Was Drawn.

three

I have been repeating the same schedule every day for about a week. I woke up from my trance next to the window by my alarm. I walked over and shut it off.

I turned around to see my window. The images flashed through my head again. The windows open and I fall, the pain subsiding and my hair flows with the wind as my limp body falls from the window.

The images flashed and I snapped out of it. I walked over to my window and opened it, looking down to the ground. ' if I did jump I'd have to dive headfirst and hopefully break my neck because it really wasn't that far I only lived on the second floor so jumping head first would be the only option.

I was kicked from my thoughts again by my second alarm going off telling me I had to leave for school. ' how long had I been sitting there looking out that window? I don't know but it had to be a while because I already had to leave.

I threw on my clothes and felt how weak I had gotten without food or sleep. My phone buzzes and I pull it out of my pocket looking at the text.

Kuroo has been texting me every morning and night to make sure I'm ok. "Hey are you good?" he says and I reply by saying yes. I don't feel like texting a full sentence.

My day goes on as usual, and I have practice with my team. I was a lot slower than usual and the team could tell." hey henna are you ok?" "hey, kenma you look tired, make sure you sleep?" "hey are good dude you are a lot less lively today" I only respond with yes to all of them.

I really don't feel like talking today. I make my way back home to see my mom's car in the driveway. ' god I hope she's asleep' i think as I walk up to the door grasping the cold handle. I walk in and see her sitting in the kitchen.

"Oh look the brat came home" "I wish I didn't," I say under my breath so only I can hear it. She gets up and walks over to me.

I walk past her and make a b-line for my room. I finally make it and lock my door. My heart started to race and my vision became blurry. I sat on the floor and let the sinking feeling wash over me. I get up and make my way to the bathroom and open the drawer.

I take the blade in the hand and look at it. ' i will just cut enough to make it hurt. I don't need to pass out tonight' i thought as I flipped the cold blade between my fingers. This sinking feeling was bad. I wasn't sinking anymore.

I had fully drowned, the water-filled my lounge and the air had fully escaped. My head hurt and I was too tired to do much. Something needed to change. I thought about how deep to cut and then sliced, again, and again, and again, over and over.

I looked at the blood as it fell from my wrists. I sat down and let it all flow. The world got darker and darker as I slowly slipped away.