Colors - l.h.

10. violet

Journal Entry #10

11/26/15

i met someone recently.

her name is violet.

as strange as it may sound, i met her in my bedroom.

after i hung up on michael, i saw her in the corner.

she introduced herself.

she told me to follow her.

so i did.

she went into the bathroom.

i stopped.

she turned around.

violet turned bright red.

she yelled at me.

she pushed me into the counter.

she scolded me to open the cabinet.

so i did.

she pointed at the biggest razor.

i refused.

she tried to grab it herself, but i screamed at her to stop.

i told her to leave.

it did nothing but encourage her.

i started to cry.

a lot.

she handed me the razor.

i froze.

she kept telling me how michael would never have feelings for someone like me.

how he has a girlfriend.

how he's happy.

without me.

she stopped me before i could cut.

she took my arm, and made it so the razor was pointing up and down.

she pressed it down.

i started to make a slit.

it continued until it hit a third of a ways down my arm.

i blacked out.

i woke up in a hospital bed.

i heard loud sobbing.

i opened my eyes.

it was michael.

he smiled really big.

michael confessed that day that he had major feelings for me. he got into a fight with his girlfriend and they ended.

he said that he was happier this way.

and finally so was i.