I stared at the closed door disgusted with myself. I should be. I tried to kill myself! No, it wasn't a joke like I put my foot out and giggled pulling it back quickly so I didn't fall. No worries flew across my mind when I lifted my foot over that balcony. It seemed so easy to just end it all. Everything would have went away. All the stress, worries, sadness, and even happiness would have jumped off of that ledge with me. I inspect my wrist. A chunk of meat hung out showing a bit of my bone. The glass penetrated my wrist making me sick. I get up from the bed and vomit on the way to the toilet. I look in the mirror. I had black bags under my eyes, my wrist was bleeding terribly, I looked sick. I was pale and green. I touched me face. What's wrong with me? Looking at my wrist didn't make me sick, I just naturally was! I open up my cabinet and tampons and pads stare me in the face. What's today again? I glance at my calendar on my phone sitting on the counter.
"THE FOURTEENTH!" I cry dropping my phone instantly. I walk over to my full out body mirror and look at myself. I looked fine. A little chubby but I couldn't be…you know! I'm only off by 4 days! No problem.
I take some pain medicine straight down without water which gave me chills. I lay back down dragging the garbage can with me because in the pit of my stomach I felt I was going to vomit again.
What if I am? By who though? Shadow? No, can't be that was 3 months ago and I was nowhere near 3 months … (that word). Knuckles? KNUCKLES!