Trapped. [ON HOLD]

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6:30 pm.
I'm home.
The whole way home I have fought to my tears.
Now I don't have to anymore. As fast as I can I run upstairs and lock myself up in the bathroom. I catch to my knife. Where is that fucking thing? I take a step forwards.
"Fuck!" A twinge goes trough my foot. I start to feel a bit dizzy and I try to catch something to hold myself up. I don't even have time to put it out of my foot, cause straightly I faint.
Well, at least I know where the knife is now.