I walked to my room.
I closed the door and sighed.
I didn't realize I held my breath for so long until I closed it.
I went into the dark bathroom.
I grabbed my razor and slid it across my wrist.
It felt so good.
Better than anything I've felt.
It was the only thing that comforted me because nothing or no one else could.
I washed it, ignoring the sting.
I covered it and wore a long sleeve shirt.
No one would notice anyway.