It’s cold in here. I breathe in and I breathe out as I hear my own heartbeat pulsating through me. I can feel my clammy bare feet sticking to the tile floor. I can taste desperation and my own salty sweet sorrow. I can smell fear and anxiety.
I’m in the bathroom. I see myself in the mirror. I can’t help but stare in awe. Who is this person staring straight back at me? Who is this person injecting a needle into my arm? I am no longer recognizable even to myself; because in my eyes I see nothing but emptiness. Profound and utter emptiness. Nobody is home, and I’m so cold, and I can’t help but wonder, How the hell did I end up here? …
