These Scars Ain't Loyal // Cameron Dallas

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It laid there, shimmering in the light, trying to tempt me. I rocked back and forth in the corner, breathing heavily, debating with myself whether to pick it up or not. Each breath of air that I snorted through my nostrils meant nothing to me but the unnecessary statistics of life.

If I stood up with every ounce of strength I had and walked over to the bathroom sink, it could be the end; there would be a chance that I won't stop.

I dug my chewed off nails into my calves as I hid my face in my lap, sobbing. This pain was never ending, and I so badly wanted it to stop. No one could hear the screams, no one could hear the demons roaring in the night, no one could hear the pain, no one could stop it.

The bathtub continued to run, filling up with gallons of water, blocking the sounds of my torturous, never ending pain.

Thrusting my head back up into the air, I gasped for breath; I couldn't do it. The fire in my lungs raged on and on as every breath I took tried to sooth it. The tears streamed down my cheeks, never ending. My head pounded, never ending. The demons screamed, loudly never ending. Can't you hear the silence? Can't you hear the pain? Can't you hear the darkness?

I would be very surprised if you could. I hide in the darkness, I drown myself in the sorrow, accepting the fact that I'm just a fool and a failure in this little game that everyone likes to play; Life.

The muscles in my legs clenched as I pushed my back up against the wall, trying to stand up. The demons, they screamed and they shoved me towards the counter. They dragged me down again, tempting me and convincing me that it was the right thing to do. It would take the pain away.

As the sharp piece of metal rested between my thumb, my pointer and middle finger, it glistened in the bathroom light. It was like it had a ray of sunshine that promised that tomorrow would be better, that tomorrow would be a better start to Life. But the shine faded away as it began to be covered in ooze.

Everything was fuzzy, a blur; slow motion. It dripped and dropped onto my bare feet and splashed against the tile like shattering glass. Screams echoed, but they were silent. No one could hear me. I was alone.

It clanked down onto the counter and tumbled down into the sink, leaving traces of the blood on the marble. The skin stung and it screamed a harmony with my aching voice. I wanted it to stop, just please, stop. And everything was gone, my body collapsed to the ground. Nobody could save me now. My eyelids drifted to a tight shut, and they never opened.

Until he opened my eyes, into a new, beautiful reality.