Everything About Me

Chapter 13

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It's been a few months since graduation. I still do night shifts but I've been interning at a company during the day. I thought I would never had fall in love again but fate works in the most unpredictable way, and here I am, together with someone and learning to open up again. 

Although, it was bittersweet towards the end. I had speculations that he was cheating on me but I gave him the benefit of the doubt until one night, just to confirm my suspicion, I looked through his phone. 

I fell into deep depression again, followed by my insomnia. I would be unable to sleep and would just stare at the ceiling while he slept beside me. He thought I was sleeping but really, I was watching him. That night I finally snapped and questioned him about her.

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Few hours before the prologue...

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"YOU SON OF A BITCH! I THOUGHT WE HAD SOMETHING BUT YOU WENT BEHIND MY BACK AND CHEATED ON ME WITH THAT FUCKING SUCCUBUS?! AND EVEN HAD THE AUDACITY TO SLEEP WITH HER-" The rage inside me boiled up. I couldn't believe it. That motherfucker. Walking back and forth in the room, I gathered up his things and threw them to his face. "Get out Stan. Get. Out." 

"Woah woah woah. Look who's talking now. You're mad just cause I slept with her? What about yourself huh? YOU slept with EVERYONE back in college. AND YOU STILL DO! How do you think THAT makes me feel?!" he came back, raising his voice over mine. I instinctively felt shudders down my spine, shielded myself. "You know I had to. It's MY JOB." I answered back defensively, glaring him back. "THAT was the FIRST thing I told you about and for heaven's sake, I asked you if you were fine with it and you said YES." 

He grabbed my wrist and hoisted me up. His grip, strong, almost crushing my it. "Babe, please. That hurts!" I pleaded, trying to free myself. "Don't you 'babe' me. I've had enough of dealing with YOUR shit. You can just go fucking die Alexa." He threw me to the mirror, shattering it and I landed with a deafening thud as broken shards cut my skin. Stan took one last look at me before grabbing his stuff and left, slamming the door behind him. The sound of it, sent shivers down my spine.  

Standing up, I limped to my dressing table and took my bottles of pills out. Antidepressants. Benzodiazepines. Sleeping pills. I grabbed them all and headed to the the bathroom. Locking the door behind me, I ran the tub with hot water till the top. As I waited for it to fill, I went to the sink and swallowed all of my pills. That should do it.

Once the tub was full, I turned the tap off and stripped. Dipping one leg in, then the other. Soon my whole body was submerged. The scalding heat warming my cold broken self. I closed my eyes and let the darkness engulf me.