Breathe

I sat the blade from the pencil sharpener I took apart, down on the bathroom counter. I locked the bathroom door. I walked over to the bathtub and ran warm water. I got undressed and watched the tub fill. After it was done, I grabbed the blade.

I stepped into the water and sat down on the tub floor. I was afraid. I put the blade on the side of the bathtub and lay down. My head was almost all of the way in the water. I took a small, shallow breath. I then leaned my head, all of the way back.

I let the breath come out of my lungs. Water replaced it. . .

I got terrified and came back up. My lungs were begging for air. I grabbed my chest trying to let oxygen in.

I coughed. Water went everywhere along with some vomit. I got up quickly. I didn't think about the blade still lying on the side of the tub. It slid across the bottom of my foot.

"Aaaahhh!" I screamed.

I tried to take in a deep breath. Blood was streaming out of my heel. I opened the bathroom door and limped to my bedroom.

I opened my door and fell on the floor.

I sobbed desperately.

"Just breathe. . . . ."