Summer in California

I was sitting in the dark alley, ankles and wrists tied up to a chair with rope. I couldn't exactly remember what had happened, but as I sat there, in the dark, the memories started flashing back to me in little pieces. After about four full hours of nothing but stress and pain, I finally remembered everything. And I couldn't believe what I had done. How could I have been so selfish? I should've just ended it. But he was just so perfect, and different, and truly amazing. I had to have him. But look where that got me.

The blood from my hands was dripping on the ground, and I couldn't do anything about it. I kept repeating the same thought in my head. I am gonna die. I am gonna die. Lord please save me. I am gonna die.