Phiwokuhle's POV
Few weeks later...I collect my bags from the front and leave the exam hall. I'm glad I'm done so I won't be seeing anyone for a while even though it's for a week or so but still I appreciate it. I hear Ayesha call my name but I ignore her. I don't want people around me right now. I just need to be left alone. I don't need people telling me that I will be okay. There is nothing that's going to make me feel better. I feel her grab my arm and i shriek.
"I'm sorry baby. Can we please talk." says Ayesha. "Ayesha just leave me alone." I say. "I'm not letting you walk out on me again." I roll my eyes. We shall see about that. I remove my arm from her and continue walking. I take out my airpods and connect them to my phone's Bluetooth and shuffle my playlist. The song Wait by August Alsina starts playing.
I know this may not be my place
But I got something I should say to you
Sometimes I'm in a different place
But that don't change the way I feel for you
I do
This may not be best time
I got a lot going on inside my mind
Don't think for a minute I'm a fool
Don't know what I'll do if I lose youYou need someone who will be there to hold you
I can't even say that it's fair but I do
Hope you know I'll always be here if you need me
What I gotta say isn't easy
If you gotta leave, girl i won't stop you so do what you gotta do
I don't want you to go
But I got a few things in life that I gotta do
I'm not telling you to wait
I'm not telling you to wait on me
I'm not telling you to wait
But I'm hoping that you wait on meI feel like this song is communicating with me maybe I should leave Ayesha because I can't keep hurting her like this. I hail for the taxi and it stops and i get inside and it drive off. I'm just glad we done with exams so now I don't have to deal with people giving me the pity look or the teachers being extra nice to me. I don't mind being shown kindness but once it gets too much it becomes revolting to put it mildly.
I hate pity and that's what I'm getting. I rest my head against the window and watch the buildings pass by as I go home. I shout stop sign and the driver stops and i get off. I walk back home and i open the gate and head inside. I unlock the door and enter. I go to my bedroom and strip off my uniform and wear a gown and walk to the bathroom.
I close the door and sit at the edge of the bathtub. I open the cabinet and take out the razor. I close the cabinet door and i take the razor and start slashing my wrists. I switch between my wrists and thighs and once I feel the pain becoming too much I stop and rinse off the blood. This is very therapeutic and it just numbs the internal pain for a while which is what i need.
I take my face cloth and wipe myself dry. I take the bandage from the cabinet and i wrap it around my wrists. I take the razor and leave the bathroom and go back to my bedroom. I close the door and plop myself on the bed. My phone rings and i check the caller ID and it's Ayesha.
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