Razorblades & Butterflies
Blood
I stared as the blood dripped from my wrist onto the white tile bathroom floor below. All I could hear was the sound of it making contact with the floor. I felt nothing. It’ll be over soon. Or at least I hope so unless I didn’t cut deep enough, which knowing my luck is very plausible.
I heard a vibration come from the sink counter. I glanced over and saw my best friend’s name on the screen. Biting my lip apprehensively, I debated whether or not to answer. Figuring since this may the last chance I get to talk to him, I guess I should answer.
“Hello?” I held the phone with my right hand. I continued staring at the blood fall from my left wrist.
“Chloe,” his voice was full of worry. “Are you okay?”
“I’m fine,” I lied as I felt myself become drowsy. And so it begins, the end is near.
“I’m coming over,” he said quickly before hanging up.
“I’m sorry Frankie,” I whispered to myself. I rested my head on the edge of the sink counter and was engulfed into darkness.
I heard a vibration come from the sink counter. I glanced over and saw my best friend’s name on the screen. Biting my lip apprehensively, I debated whether or not to answer. Figuring since this may the last chance I get to talk to him, I guess I should answer.
“Hello?” I held the phone with my right hand. I continued staring at the blood fall from my left wrist.
“Chloe,” his voice was full of worry. “Are you okay?”
“I’m fine,” I lied as I felt myself become drowsy. And so it begins, the end is near.
“I’m coming over,” he said quickly before hanging up.
“I’m sorry Frankie,” I whispered to myself. I rested my head on the edge of the sink counter and was engulfed into darkness.