What if I…
After school, I went straight home and no one was home. I looked around and headed toward the kitchen. I saw a knife, laying there on the counter. It was like it was wanting me to grab it and start cutting myself. It started to scare me and I backed off a little and shook my head.
No, I can’t do that, that’s crazy.
I looked away and thought of Ashley. I then looked back at the knife.
Why would I do such a thing just because of this?
I looked at both of my hands and started wondering what was going on.
What have I become? Why me?
I walked toward it and picked it up like it was a bomb or something. I brought my wrist up and looked at it closely. My hands were shaking so much. Why was I doing this? My mind went crazy. I stopped myself and threw the knife down onto the counter.
This is crazy!
I slammed my hands on the counter and placed my head on the counter. The phone rang and I looked over at it. I recognized that number anywhere… it was Emily.
I picked up the phone.
“Hello?”