[She thinks of her teenage roommate in that three month stint in rehab, sneaking the bleach from the janitor's cart. She thinks of the knife she'd slipped into her own sleeve and taken to the bathroom, after her sister left.
She thinks of her mother's tub. Her pouring cold water, hot water, dripping medicine down her throat.]
I don't think I will. After watching...after seeing where it takes everyone else. Every Saturday, every Sunday. Maybe in a more fantastical way than I'm used to. I've seen it before.
But rock bottom feels the same no matter how you land there.
cw: mention of suicide/self-harm.
...Somewhere hopeless.
[She thinks of her teenage roommate in that three month stint in rehab, sneaking the bleach from the janitor's cart. She thinks of the knife she'd slipped into her own sleeve and taken to the bathroom, after her sister left.
She thinks of her mother's tub. Her pouring cold water, hot water, dripping medicine down her throat.]
I don't think I will. After watching...after seeing where it takes everyone else. Every Saturday, every Sunday. Maybe in a more fantastical way than I'm used to. I've seen it before.
But rock bottom feels the same no matter how you land there.