Ice Water.

Chapter 4

I had been released from the hospital that day to go home and pack my things, and was expected to report back the next morning at 6 am sharp. But when I arrived home, all I could do was sit on the floor. I would sit there and count how many faces I saw when I closed my eyes, or count as many strands of ginger hair that layed across my shoulders as I could before I dozed off. Every time I woke up with a sudden fright, followed by a feeling of impending doom. Every time I dozed back, I would dream of the most violent things.
But in one particular dream, the night came back. It was a Sunday night, and I was off of school for another week due to the ice storms moving in. I had been feeling funny all day, but I ignored it. At around 1 am, I was in bed, and I couldn't stop crying. I didn't know why. Suddenly, I got up and went in the bathroom. Every muscle in my body told me to grab the pills and swallow them. All of them. I made this a challenge. For each shot of vodka, down a handful of pills. Eventually, I was so out of it that I could barely stay awake. I filled the bathtub, and grabbed a blade. The next thing I knew I was laying in the now red water, the ice cold slipping into my body.