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BPOV
It's been 6 months since he left me. I didn't know what to do with myself any more; I was just a waste of space. Life was nothing. I didn't want anything anymore like food or water or rest. It was just me moving around the earth, with no desires or needs to keep me going. I didn't want to be anywhere if it wasn't with him.
Two months ago I finally realized that the problem was that I couldn't feel anything. There was no way I would ever be able to want again; not without feeling something. I was chopping carats for Charlie, while trying to figure out what to do with myself, to make me feel again, when the knife slipped and landed right on my wrist. I gasped in pain when I had an epiphany. I had felt something. I had felt pain. I loved this feeling! The blood trickling down my arm, the adrenaline rushing through my veins.
What a perfect outlet I had found. I quickly finished making dinner for Charlie, and stumbled into the bathroom. I grabbed my razor, pulled my sleeve down, and placed it against my arm. I pushed down and dragged it up my arm a few inches or so. I waited for the bleeding to stop and rinsed my arm off.
"You OK, in there Bells?" My father's voice sounded from the hall. Hurriedly, I pulled my sleeve back down and walked out into the hall.
"Yea dad, I'm fine." I'd said that a lot these past months, but for the first time it wasn't a lie. "I'm gonna go to bed," I said, just a little too fast.
"Kay, goodnight," But I was already gone. I finally had it. The trick to how I could continue living without him. This was perfect.
Sorry, I know it was short but the next chapter will be longer I promise. Thanks for putting up with me. Next chapter up soon. =)