As I sat there on my knees in the middle of the bathroom floor, I looked around me at what I had done. Blood, nothing but blood surrounded me. I rose my hands up to my face and turned them over so that I could examine my wrists, which was difficult to do because my arms were shaking immensely and moving them was almost impossible to do. I looked down at all the deep wounds that I had imprinted on myself with that evil blade.
I tried to stand up but fell back down, I attempted one more time to stand, and it took a lot of my remaining strength to do so, but I finally managed to stand up. I couldn't feel, or see very well, hell, I couldn't even hear very well either. The screaming of my Mother from outside the locked bathroom door seemed to echo throughout the room all around me, but most sound was drowned out by the constant ringing in my ears like a wailing police siren that seemed to grow louder every damn second.
I walked over to the sink and looked into the mirror. I began to try and focus on the blurry man looking back at me through the mirror. I started to look around for that blood stained little demon that I used to carve my own skin with, and after around two minutes of stumbling around like a drunk fool, I finally spotted it just sitting at the back corner of the bathroom floor. I picked the wretched thing up and glared at its sharp glint, it almost seemed to glare back at me with the most sinister smile, just like the glorious smile of a lion when it has finally grasped its razor sharp teeth around the throat of its prey. In a fit of pure anger I threw it back down at the ground and let out a monstrous scream like that of a banshee on a dark misty night.
My knees gave up on me and I once again fell back down to the cold, bloody bathroom floor. With tears tears streaming down my face like a beautifully dark fountain, I whispered to myself out loud, "what on earth was I thinking!? Did I actually believe this would save my poor soul from pain!?" I fell over on my back and began to weep like a mother who has just learned that her five year old daughter will never be seen living again. I closed my eyes and tried to settle down, I began to feel a bit tired and drowsy. Slowly, my thoughts began to get clouded and my head became light, I almost felt as though I was being lifted from my body and brought forth to the gates of Heaven. I didn't fight it off, for what was there that I could do? I sat there in peace and quiet, and allowed myself to fall deeper, and deeper down into the hole of eternal blackness, never to feel pain again.