I opened my eyes. The first thing I felt was pain like an inferno on my face. Why does my face hurt so much? I flashback to yesterday when I was beaten up by my dad for getting low scores in school. Shaking myself out of the flashback, I quickly checked the time. I tossed my blankets aside and walked to the bathroom. Each step I took sent jolts to my jaw and pained me the more I walked. When I finally reached the bathroom, I stood in front of the mirror and took a look at my face. A huge bruise the color of rich grapes hugged the jaw on the left side of my face. After staring at myself in the reflection for a few more seconds, I walked into the shower.
As I stepped in, I felt the coldness of the tub as it latched onto my feet like a bear trap. I turned on the silver knobs, and warm water started to fall like rain from the sun. I stood there feeling the water. Then, I broke down. I sank to my knees and laid under the protection of the water. The tears were undisguisable from the water as it flowed freely like a river down my face. I stayed down and just wept there, silently. The warm water flowed down my skin, enveloping every bruise, mark, and cut over my body letting the pain come back fresh, almost as if I was reliving the event that happened yesterday. As I wept, I wished that I could stay here forever. Wishing that the warmth that surrounded my body would never let go of me, and I could live my life here without any troubles. But I knew that was impossible. The clock keeps ticking, and my time in this wonderful biss of warm water would soon end. When the clock reached the twenty minute mark, I twisted the knobs back into position, cutting off the wonderful warm streams of water. I stepped out and was met with the cold tile floors of the bathroom. The air blew against my body, grazing over all my injuries as I grabbed a towel and dried off the water droplets that served to show me I was once in a warm place. As I finished drying myself off I listened. The sounds of beds creaking and the shuffling of the feet that carried my parents to their destination. I walked into my parent's room as they were in the kitchen now and saw the item I was looking for. I grabbed the bottle of Advil off the nightstand and went off into my room. As I entered, I slowly closed the door behind me so that I would not make any noise. "This might be the end for me," I thought. "Sorry Emily".
*** An hour later ***
I hurled over the desk, the stench of chemicals and ramen crawling up my nose. An inferno raged inside my stomach as if it were Pompeii. Body heat rose by the second, adding only more to the pain. Not every death is painless—I knew this—but I was hoping to at least go out without the sense of pain. Tears blurred my vision as I looked towards my ceiling, a smooth piece of wood with no blemishes, unlike the life I was living. My life, if it were to be painted, would be tainted with blotches of black. I turned my head towards the clock, it was one am. As I tried to stand up, I felt like someone punched me in my gut. I ran to the bathroom and leaned over the toilet. The smooth ceramic structure felt cool against my burning hands as I released even more contents of my stomach into what was once clear water. My throat suffered as the burning mixture kept on flowing out like a river. After several seconds, I finally emptied my entire stomach of vomit and leaned against the bathroom wall. The darkness of the room hid me from any prying eyes as I sat there, unmoving. Static filled my brain, dizzy from the actions I did.