Begin Again

Prolouge

Although my body is numb, my heart beats fast.

It beats a million miles a minute, thumping hard against my rib cage.

My breathing is staggering. I begin to take in deep breaths.

Inhale.

My fingers begin to move. I start to feel the ragged edges of the object being held in my hands.

Exhale.

I open my eyes and take in my surroundings. Across from me I see a running sink, water overflowing onto the tiled floor beneath it. Above it I see a shattered mirror.

Inhale.

I look down and see my body floating in a pool of red liquid. I'm in a tub.

Why am in a tub?

Exhale.

My steadied breathing begins to pick up again and my hands begin to shake.

I want to scream. I try my hardest to but my voice comes out so little. I know no one could possibly hear.

No one ever does.

I look down and peer into the object I am holding.

I stare into the broken segment of glass that is being held in my hands.

I stare for too long and before I know it a tear slowly rolls down my face and I quickly look away.

I am disgusting.

I'm disappointed in myself. Disappointed in what I tried to do to myself.

But even more so, I'm disappointed that it didn't work.