#snowdonewithyouuu

It all started in my room. M and I sat alone on my bed, not saying anything. Apparently, I had just broken up with her. That sucked a lot. Futilely attempting to hold back my tears i told her to leave, and so she did. afterwards I just sort of huddled on my bed, Staring at My uncle's knife. After long moment of silence, and after I calmed the tears. I proceeded to slowly pull my self up. I picked up the knife and felt the cool black metal in my hands. I started cutting at my chest trying to remove those useless organs on my chest. I fell asleep.

M and Mae were taking a break from flagging. Sitting against the wall of Mae's room attempting to cool off from the hot summer's day. M decided to fall into her curiosity and ask what had been on her mind all morning. "Have you seen B lately? I haven't seen her..him in a long time." Mae looked astonished. That look of shock quickly turned into worry. "In the hospital." she said slowly as M's face suddenly turned into one of.. regret. M took off her glasses and covered her face. She blamed her self. "I... can take you to go see him if you want?" said Mae, still trying to be cautious. M nodded her head.

I sat there in bed numbed down to the bone and brain when they came in. I was just sitting there angrily. Staring at the wall scowling. I turned my head and continued to scowl in their direction. They Looked at each other, and because she is smart, Mae chose to leave. M, however, stayed. We had a long talk, I explained Why I took out my chest, now just sort of a fleshy mass of skin. We cried, and we hugged, and we kissed. We fell asleep. (Mae just kinna fucked off I think.)

I felt the odd sensation of falling as the last of the air started to leave my body. All I could see was blackness as I struggled to move and save myself because I was not prepared to die just as things got better. I started climbing as I was falling. Somehow, I managed to jump 'awake.' I woke in my darkened room as I did Every morning. I was shirtless as per usual, My chest was still there. I had woken up, but something about that dream had made me feel uneasy. With great difficulty I grabbed my phone and shined it at my light switch and pulled myself out of bed. It felt as if I weighed a thousand pounds suddenly. I couldn't breathe. I could barely move. I fell towards the light switch only barely catching my self as I threw the switch. I rested on the wall a moment and struggled back around to the other side of a bed, (Witch was hard, seeing my bed is against the wall.) As I lade down in bed, I noticed something in my room was off. My curtains. I don't have curtains anymore, at least I wasn't supposed to. I looked up and nearly screamed. At the top of My lime green curtains, there was a bloodied hand. it was severed at the wrist and the nails were covered in blood, as if it was just got done stripping something else's flesh. The stub was dripping blood down my wall as the hand itself struggled to keep hold of my curtains, it twitched and tightened it's grip. It looked familiar. I stared at it a moment, and then The idea crossed My mind that maybe it was not such a good idea to sleep in the same room as the severed hand. I attempted to lug myself up. My body still weighed a ton and I felt totally exhausted. I struggled towards the door of my room and fell into it. I got up and struggled a moment with the handle, My eyes never left the hand. the door shut and I was again in darkness. My exhaustion got the better of me and a fell down on the cold tile flat on my face. I fell asleep.