Confessions of an Emo.

Chapter 1: Flashback.

Running water. Blackness. Cold, raw, sadness. Where am I?
The girl opened her eyes to the sight of a faucet. It was pouring out a clear liquid that seeped out and into the vacancy below her. She looked down and was shocked to see a tub full of water. It was almost overflowing. She tried to remember how long she had been in tub but couldnt seem to put her finger on it.
Oh well, she thought. She lifted her arm to turn off the water, only to the result of an intense burning sensation that overwhelmed her. She looked to the source, and to her deepest fear, she was greeted with a deep red shade that smothered her forearm. she could make out the outlines of precise cuts on her wrist.
She panicked, struggling to stand but to no prevail, and soon proceeded to weep softly. She felt useless as her visioned started to blur and her body felt increasingly limp. She began to lose all hope, when all of a sudden, a beeping noise. What is that? With every second it grew louder and louder, until the noise was blaring in her ear. An alarm...alarm clock..my alarm clock!
This is when she woke up with a gasp. She sat up, allowing the gathered tears to roll down her cheeks and soak into the covers below. She turned to her bed-side table, where the alarm clock jittered and shreiked, eager to be silenced. She hit the dismiss button, and quickly pulled her hoodie sleeve back to reveal a clean palette of skin. Phew, it was a dream.