I sat in the bathtub inspecting the damage I had done to myself from the recent episode. I start at my wrist to see that I had a scar running down from my wrist to the middle of my arm, probably from breaking the door down. I looked at my damaged apartment. I should really clean it. I shakily got out of the tub. Nodding to myself that I could do it, I stepped over the side of the tub.
I winced in pain and looked down to see my foot was bleeding. I saw a picture of my ex boyfriend and I on the ground. I picked it up. It was now smothered in blood. Sighing a little, I missed him. Of course now he had a new girlfriend and no time for a girl he dated for a while. I limped over to the basket that I threw all my first aid stuff in. I toke out a thing of gaze and went and sat on the toilet seat. I wrapped my foot up tightly as I could without making it worse. I then wrapped up my arm.
I stood again and limped a bit to the medicine cabanit and toke out my pills. I grabbed a small cup and toke my medicine. I looked around. Making sure I was alone. I had three problems with me. I was schizophernic, dreppressed, and I had mulitple personalities. I rubbed the back of my head. I felt my head a bit.
It felt like there was a dent on the back of my head. I pulled my hand back to check if it was bleeding. I started at my hand that showed no blood. I give a soft sigh in relief. I wasn't bleeding. I looked at myself in the mirror.
The mirror was slightly broken but it was still good enough to use. I blushed out my knotty hair. I wondered what my dad was doing. His name wa Nikki Sixx. Meaning I was Violet Marie Sixx Brandt .
Ever since I was a child my mother told me about my twin brother Gunner and my father. She had custody of me. He had custody of Gunner. I walked to my door. Maybe it was time to pack up and go live with my dad.
I nod to my self. Yes I would go live with him.