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i reach for the bloodstained cloth,
continuing to press at the
reopened scars.

there was a lot of blood.

my vision was beginning to spot,
my wrists, thighs, and stomach
throbbing.

blood drips onto the tile floor
in my unorganized bathroom,
shards of glass from my shattered
mirror scattered on the floor.

my back was resting against the cold bathtub,
tears soaking my cheeks.

pain runs through my veins,
my head dropping in defeat.

i shouldn't have woken.

a sob dripping from my lips,
i reach for my cellular,
tears blurring my vision constantly.

i open my contacts, scrolling through to see who i
could message.

callum. nope.

ethan. wouldn't care.

harry?

when did i put his contact information in?

i didn't even know i
had his information.

maybe he'd care to listen.