11:11

11:05

Delay wasn't helping; if I was going to do this, I needed to do it. It's like ripping off a band-aid. One swift motion and it's over.

No pain.

No feeling.

No nothing.

It's just over.

I stormed back into the bedroom, ready to face the inevitable. My feet carried me across the carpet toward the en suite as my limbs started to feel numb.

I can't tell if it's fear, dread, anticipation or all of the above. But I knew the adrenaline was getting to me. How couldn't it?

Walking through the enterance, I closed the pine wood door behind me and leant against it, trying to regain my balance. I felt so uneasy. Like I was being carried by the air, not my own muscles.

My eyes looked upward to meet the mirror ahead of me; I looked dreadful. The colour had faded from my skin, my hair was bedraggled like a black bush, and my neck still had red marks around it.

I may as well have been screaming "kill me".

Who am I kidding? I was.