1 Don't Go Chasing Waterfalls

I gasp as soon as I wake up.

My arms begin flailing around, and It takes about three seconds before I realise I'm drowning. Come on, Kayla, power through. I don't want to die this way. More water is getting in my lungs by the second. I manage to grab onto something. I try to hold myself up, luckily, it works.

I catch my breath for about ten seconds before regurgitating over the pool's edge. Every second makes my whole body burn in agony. Most of it's coughing the water out of my lungs. I still don't get it all out. I move away from the vomit and then hurl myself out. I try to stand up. It takes a moment because I'm shaky.

I grab a towel from a chair and wrap it around me. I start running as quickly as I can. I don't know why I'm here, or whose house I'm at, I just know that I don't want to be here. I dully notice the bloody footprints I've left until it's too late, and I've already left a clear trail to my safe place, my home.

As I came up to my front door, my neighbour looked at me in shock.

"Kayla?" She looked at me as if I were a ghost.

"Mariline." That came out more nonchalant than I wanted it to.

I quickly look around for my spare key, while trying to keep my bloody, puke-stained pool towel from falling off.

"Oh my! What has happened to you?" The concern in her voice is so genuine I just want to go over there and cry to her about it.

"I'm sorry but I cannot talk right now I have something I need to do," I tell her.

I finally enter the house, close the door and sob. And scream. And throw things. And sob. And scream. And throw things. And hurt myself.

I look over towards the kitchen and see a knife on the counter. I crawl over to the counter, pull myself up, and grab it.

Just do it. Just do it. Just do it. Just do it.

My heart races as tears pour onto my hand.

"I thought you were better than this,"

Shut up.

"I can help you,"

Kill yourself.

"Stop this,"

No.

I slit my throat. Plain and simple.

"NO-"

Void. Endless, eternal void.