This DOES include reference to self harm, so if you have problems with such subjects PLEASE skip this chapter.
I stumbled into the bright white room. The square tiles swum as my eyes brimmed over and small beads of saltwater spilled onto my flaming cheeks. My knees shook uncontrollably before clumsily buckling, sending me onto the cold, hard floor. My howls echoed down through the aged house, only to be comforted by silence.
I looked up to the white ceiling, feeling my tears roll down the side of my face, sliding into my ears. I looked down at the scarlet lines crossing over my thighs dripping thick beads of blood, slowly rolling into the small dents between the tiles.
The pain was excruciating, rocketing up through every bone and joint every time i twitched ever so slightly.
But the pain wasn't as bad as the one in my heart.
