I slowly try to lift myself up off the floor and make my way to the bathroom. I reach in the cabinet and move stuff around to finally find the tiny box I was looking for. I open the box to find 4 blades stained in blood. I turn on the shower hoping it will be loud enough to drown out my cries. I set the blade on my wrist just below to blue veins. And make one clean slice. I stare at the open wound. It's not yet filled with blood. Its just white. Then just like that, the blood starts to pour out of my wrist all over the bathroom floor.
