I wanted to be saved. XXX I dropped my head into the blood. I was still tired. The knocking stopped. I kept screaming. I was getting hungry. I’d never seen myself bleed so much. I stared at my reflection in my pocket knife. I wanted her then. I kept screaming. It was disgusting. I was dehydrated. Hours passed. Hug me, kiss me. I was on the floor, so much pain. Weak. It was disgusting. Almost another eight hours. It was disgusting. My window. My arm, it was killing me. “Aaaaah!” I twitched my arm over my mattress. Breaking through my aching muscles, I reached down to my feet and pulled my blanket over me. If I did not heal myself, then I would die; so, so very slowly. I drove the blade into the base of my pinky.
