As I sat there, bloody knife in my hand, rocking back and forth, I began to feel dizzy, laughing to myself hysterically.
Pounding on my bedroom door.
Dropping the knife, my hands go over my ears. "Go away, go away. Shut up. Stop it." Shaking and then falling over.
The door knob turning.
Shrill screams escaping my lips. "Leave me alone." Kicking the door after sitting up. "Do not want to see you."
Silence.
Eyes wide, staring at the door. Breathing heavily and shaking. "Good, good..."
A heavy sigh as I end up face first on my floor. "It hurts." Whining. "I want more."
Crying... Sobbing. "Stop it. Stop it." Grabbing the knife as I'm still face down. Slowly getting up. "Bad. I'm in enough pain." My mind tells me I'm not.
"Ow." I lean againt my wall and look at my ceiling. "Fantastic. Just die already..."
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