I. Start ripping my napkin into little pieces.
Which is what i always do when Im stressed.
Why do I have to put up with her constant lectures ?
I HAVE TO TELL U
''You have no right to treat me like this.''
My own father doesn't even lecture me like this.
''I have a good life.''
Then forcing a smile.
I yank off my shirt and grab the razor.
I dun give myself to think.
I just slice.
Blood is goshing out of my wrist so i instinctively grab a hand towel hanging near the sink.
I press it against my wound while pure terror races through my veins.
What did i do?
What did i do?
WHAT DID I JUST DO.
I stumble into the halfway toward the pay phone.
Still dutching the razor.
Dripping a trail of blood.
I hate myself but I cant stop.
I've been dumped.
Hot raging tears full my eyes and spill down my cheeks .