I look up at the ceiling. I let my eyes wander over the cracks wishing one of them would cave in and bury me alive. What have I done?... Why would she do that she doesn't deserve to be there!
I get up and i Slowly walk to the bathroom. I look myself in the mirror. But what I see isn't me. It's a monster. My brown hair is a mess, I haven't washed it for weeks. There are dark bags under my eyes and my lips looks about ready to wither along with my fragile bones sticking out from all the strangest places.
I haven't eaten. Not since it happened... It's not that I don't want to I just ... Forget. It doesn't matter anyway. I don't deserve food. "You ruined everything!" I scream at my reflection. I did. I did ruin everything, it's all my fault.
I reach for the silver scissors on the bathroom sink. I never got why she was so fascinated with them before. But now I do. They feel so nice against my skin. So soft and gentle. I can taste my tears. They run down my cheeks and continue down my body mixing with the red liquid down my arms.
I can't see anymore. Everything is so blurry... Is ... Is this the ... End...