Preview.

Looking at the razor that was carefully balanced between my fingertips I could help but think of how I got here. I don't know who that women is that looks back at me in the mirror. The tile is cold underneath my feet. It's stained with my crimson colored blood. I just want to feel okay again. This makes me feel okay. I don't want this. It's dangerous. I haven't done this since I was a teenager. I was running away from my demons then. I thought I was over this. I thought life from then would be okay. But, here I am in this position. Running from my demons that haunt me again. I'm ready to die. Finally ready. How selfish of me. But God I just want to feel okay again. 

"Aye, Nick, you good?" SB asked knocking on the door. Quickly cleaning my face and the blood on the floor. 

"Yeah, I'm almost done. Give me a sec." 

"K. Meet me in the living room." He said waking away. I sighed in relief hearing his footsteps descend down the hallway. I quickly followed behind leaving the bathroom door open.

"Sup SB! I say jumping on the couch. 

"You mom called while you were in the bathroom. She said the plane should be landing in about 4 hours. Do you want me to go get her myself or are you going to be up to come along?"

I giggled at his question. "SB I'll be up. I promise. It's not that late Faree. 

"K. Just making sure. All you've been doing lately is sleeping."

"Faree shut up. I finally got some off day and I'm taking advantage of them. EXCUSE ME!!" 

"HAHAHA! Nick I'm just stating the obvious."