Hi guys, this is just a quick introduction, see if i should carry on let me know what you think.
much love :)
She's not quite sure how she got to this point.
Sitting alone in a dark room, the only company she has, a half drunk bottle of whisky.
She knows what comes next though, the same thing that always comes next, and as much as she tries to ignore it, she can feel it, feel it sitting there in her chest, an ache. It's a feeling she's used to, and although she's used to it, it doesn't make it any easier.
It's an urge. An urge that comes at 3am when there's no one left to call and no one left to help.
She's been down this road before though, know's where it leads, know's just how hard it is to get back on the right path. Thats why she fights it, she fights the urge.
It's not easy, it never has been for her, that's why she wont give up, no not this time. She's come too far this time, and so it sits there on the shelf, as she sets the half empty whisky bottle on the floor. The slight shimmering of the metal catching her eye, ignored and willed away.
It feels good she thinks as she finally lays down to sleep, feels good to be strong for once, good not to have to put that blade to her skin, good to know as she starts drifting into a light slumber that tomorrow is another day, and although it's been a long time coming she's nearly there.
She's nearly back, back to being her!