Darkness
I press the knife to my wrist, tiny droplets of blood leaking out. I gasp, as
the blade digs deeper and breaks my skin. I fight the urge to scream, because
I know no-one will hear me.
I slip onto the floor, my hand letting of the knife. I curl up into a ball.
Dark images cloud my vision, and an icy hand grips my soul. I want all this
fear, all this pain, to end. I want to escape. What was there to live for
anyway?
I knew what I had to do.
Getting up slowly, I walked through the empty, large house, my footsteps
echoing against the walls. My heart is bongoning in my chest, almost as if
knows it's beats are numbered.
I enter the kitchen, and open a cupboard. Taking a bottle of pills, I unscrew
the lid, and pop all the pills into my mouth, and swallow.
A wave of sickness fell over me, and dropping the bottle, I fall to my knees.
My stomach is flipping over. I fall over, onto the cold kitchen floor. I can
feel my soul slipping away...