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I got up and went to the sink and took a glass from the cupboard
“What was frank doing here?” Mikey asked suspiciously
I froze and the glass slipped from my hand.
I bent quickly to pick up the pieces
“Nothing, nothing he wanted to talk ‘bout something but then he… didn’t and yeah thats all” I stuttered as I picked up the glass.
“Oh right” he said looking at me suspiciously
“Let me help you” he said bending to help me with the glass
“No! don’t” I half shouted at him
He still tried to help.
“Shit Mikey I said I was grand leave it alone”
“Are you alright? You haven’t been well the last few weeks. Whats wrong? You know you can tell me.” He said gingerly reaching for my hand. I flinched away as if he shocked me.
“Its nothing, really” I muttered forcing a smile “seriously go back to bed ill be just fine I’ve just been a little under the weather that’s all”
Mikey got up and went back to bed slamming the door behind him.
I sat on the floor with my back against the wall. I squeezed my hand into a fist until I noticed blood dripping on the floor. I still had the broken glass in my hand. As I watched it drip onto the floor, the pain, the pain felt good, like a release, almost punishment for what I had done.
I picked up a big piece and looked at it for a while. My world shifted back to normal. My mind was made up. It was highly illogical. I’d be hurting everyone but it would be better in the long run. I laughed out loud. It was a manic sound
I plunged the glass into my arm and pulled it across. The blood trickled slowly from the wound. I watched the puddle forming beneath my arm for a while. I cut my arm again and again still laughing to myself. I had snapped.
I staggered to the bathroom and went to the sink. I looked into the mirror. I looked as bad as I felt. A manic grin spread across my face. I was punishing myself for being such a bad person. I deserved to hurt. I opened the mirror above the sink and grabbed the bottle of pills. My doctor had warned me about the danger of overdosing. I took the bottle and sat on the side of the bath, blood slowly staining my shirt. I went to the kitchen and grabbed the bottle of vodka from under the sink. I thought if I was going to do this might as well do it properly. I went back to the bathroom again and closed the door behind me.
My shirt was stained almost entirely red by now. I didn’t care.
I sat back on the floor by the bath and poured the pills into my hand. There was about thirty there. I put them all in my mouth and knocked back the vodka. I immediately felt like throwing up I held it down and drank the rest of the bottle. My throat burned as I swallowed the last of the liquid. I chuckled to myself one last time. The room began to sway and shimmer at the edges
I began to feel dizzy. I felt myself sliding down onto the floor slowly.
The last thing I remember is seeing the ceiling closing down on me as it became blacker and blacker.
And then I fell completely off the edge of sanity.
“What was frank doing here?” Mikey asked suspiciously
I froze and the glass slipped from my hand.
I bent quickly to pick up the pieces
“Nothing, nothing he wanted to talk ‘bout something but then he… didn’t and yeah thats all” I stuttered as I picked up the glass.
“Oh right” he said looking at me suspiciously
“Let me help you” he said bending to help me with the glass
“No! don’t” I half shouted at him
He still tried to help.
“Shit Mikey I said I was grand leave it alone”
“Are you alright? You haven’t been well the last few weeks. Whats wrong? You know you can tell me.” He said gingerly reaching for my hand. I flinched away as if he shocked me.
“Its nothing, really” I muttered forcing a smile “seriously go back to bed ill be just fine I’ve just been a little under the weather that’s all”
Mikey got up and went back to bed slamming the door behind him.
I sat on the floor with my back against the wall. I squeezed my hand into a fist until I noticed blood dripping on the floor. I still had the broken glass in my hand. As I watched it drip onto the floor, the pain, the pain felt good, like a release, almost punishment for what I had done.
I picked up a big piece and looked at it for a while. My world shifted back to normal. My mind was made up. It was highly illogical. I’d be hurting everyone but it would be better in the long run. I laughed out loud. It was a manic sound
I plunged the glass into my arm and pulled it across. The blood trickled slowly from the wound. I watched the puddle forming beneath my arm for a while. I cut my arm again and again still laughing to myself. I had snapped.
I staggered to the bathroom and went to the sink. I looked into the mirror. I looked as bad as I felt. A manic grin spread across my face. I was punishing myself for being such a bad person. I deserved to hurt. I opened the mirror above the sink and grabbed the bottle of pills. My doctor had warned me about the danger of overdosing. I took the bottle and sat on the side of the bath, blood slowly staining my shirt. I went to the kitchen and grabbed the bottle of vodka from under the sink. I thought if I was going to do this might as well do it properly. I went back to the bathroom again and closed the door behind me.
My shirt was stained almost entirely red by now. I didn’t care.
I sat back on the floor by the bath and poured the pills into my hand. There was about thirty there. I put them all in my mouth and knocked back the vodka. I immediately felt like throwing up I held it down and drank the rest of the bottle. My throat burned as I swallowed the last of the liquid. I chuckled to myself one last time. The room began to sway and shimmer at the edges
I began to feel dizzy. I felt myself sliding down onto the floor slowly.
The last thing I remember is seeing the ceiling closing down on me as it became blacker and blacker.
And then I fell completely off the edge of sanity.
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