PERCIE
Fourteen months ago.
My life was doomed the moment I walked out of the house where I grew up. I just lost everyone I loved. I lost my home, Emma, my family, friends, and even myself. I knew I was still alive because I could still feel the excruciating pain when I thought of them.
My old life two months ago was near perfect, and everything went according to plan until that incident had drastically changed my life.
I loathed myself. But I guessed I deserved to feel every agonizing pain I felt right now.
When I arrived at my grandparent’s house, they were already waiting for me. I could see the pain in their eyes.
I cried until I gave up, but the pain was still there. It was even worse.
I couldn’t eat. The food was upsetting my stomach.
I couldn’t sleep. The nightmare was constantly visiting me the moment I closed my eyes.
I kept myself awake, listening to our favorite songs over and over again until my ears gave up.
I avoided them getting into me, afraid that if they got closer, I would lose them too.
I stayed in my room for two weeks. They brought food for me every meal. The first week, I almost collapsed. I couldn’t stomach what I put into my mouth.
too weak to
blurred. My world
die, but at the same time, I had a promise to keep. That was how I realized that I still had one reason left to live—Emma and the promise
me when I left that day. Grandpa told me that Emma wasn’t transferred to the rehab center. She got an infection last week before her scheduled transfer. She had to take some
to text Chloe that she might have news about Emma since they were close friends. Unfortunately, she didn’t tell me much other
miserable, and it was killing me slowly. I never showered, never shaved, never brushed my teeth, and never changed clothes. I
the bathroom. I stripped my clothes off and stepped into the cold running water. I was shivering. I wasn’t numb after all. I felt the icy water pricking my
for the razor that I placed in the soap dish with my trembling hand. I ran my thumb against the blade to test if it was sharp enough—it stung, it hurt, it bled. My skin
I had as I placed the blade on my wrist
I could feel my pulse against the thing that could end my miserable life while I shut the agonizing pain from my
is gonna
the banging on the door brought me back to the horrible reality. The razor dropped to the floor. The
I checked my wrist. It was bleeding but not noticeable enough. I guessed it didn’t cut the
was already sitting
You look emaciated. Your bone is poking out from your skin. And you shower, but you didn’t shave? Put some clothes on, and we have some
last twenty-one days, I heard my voice talking. It sounded strange
rest of your life. Now wear some clothes, or I will let you
him directly in his sad eyes. He didn’t look like he was joking. I still
“To see Emma.”
make sure that I