A Match Into Water

I sat crying on the cold, hard surface that was my bathroom floor. I shifted my gaze down a little and stared at the tiny metal object. As I twisted it around in my shaking hand, I began to think. Thinking was never a good thing when I did it. Thinking almost always led to crying which often led to either cutting or sitting, wrapped up in Victor’s arms while he rocked me back and forth as I drowned his shirt in a pool of tears. Every now and then, it led to both and I swear he’d cry right along with me. Unfortunately though, this time, crying led to cutting deeper than I ever had before. Oops? I realized my own stupidity when I heard Vic’s voice begging me to open the door as he pounded his palm against its center. I could hear the worry in his voice and it kind of frightened me.
I eventually managed to muster up enough strength to open the door and allow the panicking Hispanic man to enter. Was it just me, or did the door suddenly get really heavy?
“Nope. Just me,” I answered my own question just loud enough for my own ears to hear. My vision blurred and I collapsed at my friend’s feet. All I could see was his panicked face before it all went black. I couldn’t see, or feel, or do anything other than hear. All I could do was listen and I was terrified. It was almost like sleeping, but worse because I could still hear Vic’s sobs as he phoned for an ambulance. I just wanted to sit up and comfort the chocolate haired boy, but I couldn’t. I couldn’t do anything except lay there and listen. I hated myself for being so careless and doing this to the one person in this world who hadn’t given up on me… yet.
“GOD, YOU VOLTURE! BRING HER BACK OR TAKE ME WITH HER!” If I had had the ability to, I would’ve jumped at the sound of his ear piercing screams. I realized that meant he probably wasn’t on the phone anymore which probably meant that an ambulance was on its way. My suspicions were confirmed as I heard the sound of sirens and unknown voices.