This morning the sun did not shine. It was nothing but a roll of clouds caving in the skies. The rain slowly poured on my roof and window pane. I was expecting for my sanity to be here with me, but unfortunately it had left earlier. Not knowing the reason why but I stayed in bed, staring at the dimly lighted ceiling of my room. Looking for a sense to continue my day. My tears roll down my eyes. I wasn't crying, I am neither sad nor frustrated. As a matter of fact I was feeling nothing at all. My heart waited for an emotion to kick in for another hour, but nothing happened. My mind is boggled, asking and shouting for help but my mouth has been shut and for no reason I cannot open it. I can no longer feel my body, I can no longer feel my heart and I can no longer hear my mind. Things felt way too empty. The water is way too deep and I am fond to swim deeper, but I know I have to go back to the surface. After another hour my right hand felt something cold, it was a thin metal I was holding. Then I felt the warm blood on my left wrist silently flowing. Its heat is mesmerizing, I could fall asleep. I continue staring blankly at the ceiling, not hearing or feeling anything. My mind no longer cares about what I see. The door suddenly opened and my brother rushed in, he was trying to talk to me. I wanted to answer but my mouth failed to work. I know he was shouting and in rage but I cannot hear a thing. He rushed outside and my mom and dad came in. Both are in shocked. My dad lift me up as my mom try to tie a cloth on my wrist. They were crying, but out of nowhere I smiled. Darkness slowly caved in my eyes, then I suddenly heard something. It was my mom sobbing "Maila, please fight. I love you"
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