maybe a song now

"I held the glass above my left wrist, wondering if I could do it, then brought it down slowly. I slit a line into my skin, sideways. The blood started to seep out. It didn’t hurt. My arms were too numb from banging against the door. There wasn’t that much blood. I gasped as two drops fell on the floor, not quite believing what I’d done. You said later that it was the after-effects of the drugs that made me do it, but I don’t know. Right then, I felt pretty determined. Perhaps I preferred to kill myself than wait for you to do it. I moved the glass to my left hand, and I stretched out my right wrist."

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