After I had cleaned
myself up, I called Leah.
I needed to talk to
someone, a friend.
I needed someone to tell
me that the thoughts going through my head, the thoughts of…
I needed her to tell me
that this wasn’t real.
I wasn’t actually
thinking about…
I couldn’t even bring
myself to say it.
If I couldn’t say it, or
even think it, then could I really do it?
I started dialing, my
fingers shaking.
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