Self harm colorless

Awakening

Wake up.
Safety.

My eyes jerk open to the broad daylight. My long haired mother is sitting across from me on the floor.
She begins to speak in a worried voice.

"Skye,you had another panic attack. You were passed out cold with your hands on your neck. Now go get ready. You have school."

I roll my eyes. I nearly died, sadly, and yet she makes me go to the place of hell. The woman must be crazy.

My arms and legs have never been so sore.

I drag myself into my bathroom, and try to brush my hair.

Part of me, well most, wishes I had died right then.
Then suddenly,it hit me. I whisper to myself;
"For who's sake..am I living?"