vanessa wallace

Slip

My arm is burning

 

I am in excruciating pain

 

Blood is dripping from my wrist and gracefully flows onto the marble floor

 

I let the blade slip out of my hand, and it makes a distinct clink sound when it hits the tile

 

My eyes lose the life and soul they once had

 

My body goes limp

 

My skin loses all of its pigmentation until I am an invisible ghost

 

The door creaks 

 

My mother walks in and shrieks in shock and disbelief

 

The last thing she told me was “I’ll be back shortly”

 

She was gone for 2 hours

 

She could’ve saved me, but instead, she let the chance slip

 

Now there’s the body of her daughter on the bathroom

 

 Laying in a pool of blood