Short Stories

Depression

You glare at your reflection in the mirror in disgust. "Worthless piece of shit!"

You grab a razor blade off the counter and hold it to your wrist pressing down.

"You deserve this," you say watching as the blood drips down to the floor.

You hear the front door open and start to panic, cursing as you try to clean up your mess.

You hear a knock on the door and your roommate's worry-filled voice. "Are you ok in there?"

"Yeah," you were getting light-headed. Then the world went black.