A Step Guide to How to Kill Yourself

Chapter Two- Mmm strawberry ice cream

I wake up to my head pounding and stomach rolling as I groan and sit up in my kinda comfy and average bed.

[ Puke warning 😜 ]

I jolt up out of bed when I feel saliva build at the back of my throat. I leap out my bedroom door and just in time make it to the bathrooms door, throwing it open I hunch over the toilet and let out all of last nights snacks. (Honestly it was just a mix of vodka and some cheeze-its)

I open my eyes and throw myself against the wall as sweat drips down my forehead and spit dribbles down my chin. Disgustedly I grab some toilet paper and wipe the spit then toss it into the toilet.

"Wait-"

I do a double take and look into the toilet and see only red.

"Fucking cranberries-"

I jump to my feet, stumbling die to iron deficiency, and race to the mirror. Looking at the mirror my chin and bottom lip is smeared in blood. I look back at the toilet and I swear I saw something fucking moving-

"Dakota?" I roll my eyes and mentally groan at the voice of my little brother. "What're you doing?"

I kick the door hoping he'll get the hint and he soon does. I shake my head and decide to start cleaning up. I look back in the mirror and shriek.

Horrible dead eyes stared back at me. They were dark brown with light brown rims and red and dark bags underneath-

"Oh,"

"That's just my reflection."

I sigh and unlock the bathroom door before retreating back to my room when,

"Ay!" I sharply inhale when I hear the voice of my bitchy step mom Courtney. "Make a run to the H.E.B to make yourself useful. We need more groceries." I so badly want to tell her 'no' and to 'fuck off' but I can't. Why? Well my dad would literally beat me.

"Okay." I grab my Long board unclenching my fists and leave my house.