This happened
to me last night. I wanted to share it with my fellow witty
people. Just so you can know. You don't have to read.
It's just a vent.
Last night
I was in the bathroom with the door locked. I looked at my
reflection and I swore to myself it would be the last time I ever
saw it. I took a long look at my reflection.
I started running a bath. I pulled out a knife from the cupboard.
I put it beside the bath. I climbed into the bath. For some
reason i started sobbing even though I wasn't that sad about
dieing. I just couldn't stop crying. I picked up the
knife. The nightmare had to stop. I started watching the bath
water fill with the blood from my wrists. Then I got scared. I
didn't really want to die.
Suddenly an angel was beside me. Instantly I realized it was my
mother, who had died 17 years ago. She looked at me and
whispered.
"I'll let you live. You have to promise me you will try
to be happy though. You have to promise me you won't try
doing this again."
"Yes." I remember saying just as my head slipped under
the water.
I woke up this morning in the hospital.
My foster mom was sitting by the bedside. Her eyes were red.
After we hugged and left the hospital this is what my foster mom
told me:
"You know how lucky you are? It was so perculiar! I was
sitting there, and something started nagging me in my stomach!
Like I had to puke! So I got up and ran to the bathroom. You were
in there. I knocked on the door and you didn't reply. So I
busted the lock. When I got in I swear I could see a hazy figure
of your birth mother in the corner of the room."