The Last Straw

Chapter 22

I arrived at a Whataburger,out of breath.I opened the door to people staring at me.I ignored them,entering the restroom.

I went into the stall,in a unstable state,ready to kill myself.I was breathing heavily,pulling out my switchblade.I stared at it for a while,thinking of the shitty things I went through my whole life.

I finally worked up the courage to start cutting thin strips on my wrists.I felt the sting,when the sweat,from the run, seeped into the open wound.I wasn't satisfied...I started cutting like a maniac...uneven gashes began to cover my flesh.Blood was pouring over,splattering over the gray tile.

I heard the door open...I heard a little boy asked his dad,"What's that red paint on the floor daddy?"He sounded so innocent.His dad started to walk back,"Son...lets go outside."I started to see blurry,noticing the large pool of blood.

I teared up,realizing the pity i've been going through.Knowing the peace I'll have,once it's all over.I decided to look at myself in the mirror...so I opened the stall door,dragging myself to the porcelain sink.

I grabbed my phone,opening the camera app.I wanted to post a picture of myself. Click! I started to shake,refusing the closing of my eyes.I posted it on my Facebook,Snapchat,and Twitter.The tag on the photo stated,"This is what you all did to me!!!" I dropped my phone on the floor,as a older man came in."Are you ok,man!?!"I turned around,showing him my arms.I started to fall to the ground."Ohh man!!You need to stay with me!"He said while running to catch me.