. Kali walked through the bunkroom and into the practically empty washroom. Her green eyes fixed on the stall door. She held the tears back until she was locked in the stall. Once inside the tears that had been threatening to spill over, flowed freely. The warm salty tears ran down her cheeks like rain. She leaned against the wall and let her head fall back against it with a soft thud.
Kali slid her body against the wall until she was sitting on the hard wood floor. Her hands trembled as she reached into her pocket and pull Jack's old razor blade out. A gleam of light flashed across it as Kali turned it in her hand examining it.
There was a knock at the door and the blade slipped to the ground with a soft clank. She quickly picked it up. Her hands trembling terribly, "Yeah…" She called trying to make it seem like she wasn't crying.
"Ya almos' done in d'ere?" The voice asked it belonged to Blink. Kali swallowed hard and cleared her throat to answer him.
"Yeah…" She said again. It seemed to be the only word she could get out. Kali held her breathe and listen for the footsteps to leave, but they didn't. She decided it was now or never. 'No one would ever know' She thought to herself.
Kali picked up the blade in her hand and turned it over once more. She slowly dragged the cold metal across her wrist. Kali's whole body was trembling now. She watched as the blood immediately began to flow; She did the same to the other wrist. For a few moments the emotional pain was replaced by the physical and she didn't seem to care about anything or any one. The emotional pain of her secret had been killing her inside; and now it was gone.
The warm crimson red blood ran down her arms and onto the floor. Kali looked at what she had done and the tears began to flow even harder now. 'How could I have done this to myself? What did it do for me?' She asked herself. Kali reached up to open the door, but a sudden sweep of dizziness took over, finally everything seemed off in the distance and reality faded into the background.
Her body fell limply against the floor. A pool of blood collected around her. Slowly spreading across the floor and running out from under the door.
Blink knocked on the door again, "Kal-" He looked down and saw the blood seeping through under the door, "Damn it!" He shouted as he tried to break the door down. Jack walked into the washroom and saw Blink banging on the door.
"Do yah really need a shower d'at bad?" He asked Blink.
"Jack, she's tryin' tah kill herself, Kali!" He said panicked as he continued to try and get the door open.
"Shit!" Jack called a few of the other guys in to help them get the door open, as he rushed to the stall to help Blink. Finally on the third try Blink, Jack, and Race succeeded in opening the door.
Blink rushed to Kali's side and checked the side of her throat for a pulse. He only hoped they weren't to late, "She's still alive." He said as he picked up her limp body and carried it out of the stall, "Jack get some towels to try and stop some of the bleeding." Blink had no idea what to do. Jack did as he was told and got the towels wrapping them tightly around Kali's wrists.
Kali could hear panicked voices worrying about her in the distance. She wanted to shout out to them that she was sorry and she never meant to hurt any of them. Only Kali couldn't. She felt trapped and alone in a cold, cruel, dark place that she couldn't get out of. The walls of this place seemed to be closing in and the voices of her friends were fading.
"We gotta get her tah dah hospital." Jack said as he pushed people out of Blink's way. Race who was Kali's best friend pushed some of the others that wouldn't move.
Blink, Jack, and Race rushed out of the lodging house in the dark and down the cobble stone road. The street lamps were just being lit and weren't too much help. Blink looked down at Kali when they ran under a street lamp and could see her face paling, "God don' let her die." Blink felt a tear rolled down his cheek. He had never been so scared in his life. Kali mumbled something that he couldn't really hear, but that was a good sign. At least she wasn't dead, "Jus' hang in d'ere Kal." He begged her.