screaming is all i remember. screaming so loud my hearing is forever impaired, I'll blame it on band. I'm screaming but no one hears me because I'm home alone for the millionth time. I'm in the attic and my blood is soaking the floor and I'm scared it'll drip through the ceiling in my room. I could do it. right now. I take the bottle of sleeping pills and I swallow them one by one, after swallowing the last one, I'm drowsy and I hear the garage door open. I press a towel to the bleeding hole and scramble down the ladder, I trip on the last step, barely keeping my eyes open. I don't make it to my bed. i am sprawled out on my floor and that's how they find me. my body refuses to obey my commands to get up and pretend I'm okay. I want to die. my dad picks me up and we go to the hospital. my stomach is pumped and I'm admitted to a mental health facility for a week. or maybe it was a month, I lost track. they had a plastic surgeon patch me up, no scars, the tiny ones fade away after I tan for a while. oh well. always room to make more.
