I Told You I Wasn't Okay

November 23

The thin crimson lines twisted around pale skin and dripped on the blindingly white bathroom floor tiles. A flash of silver and more blood fell from the slit a few centimeters below the wrist. Brooklyn stared mesmerized at her own blood. A sharp rap on the door startled her out of her reverie. The small knife slipped from her grasp and landed with a dull 'thunk' in the porcelain sink.

"Brooklyn! What are you doing?"

Her brother's sharp voice pounded into her ears. After no answer, Jay turned the knob and peeked inside. He let loose a surprised gasp and ducked down to help his sister.

"NO! Why did you do this?"

He yelled while hurriedly searching for bandages.

"I told you I wasn't okay… you should have listened."