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TRIGGER WARNING: SUICIDE. Please proceed with caution!
The bottle by the bed is running empty. The sounds of cars screaming by and the inebriated cat calls from the youths outside your bedroom window are distant, muted, as if they are a whole other world away. Neon light filters through the blinds and the way it paints the wall in red makes the room look like the scene of a grisly homicide.
You can hear the whispers, they echo in your head. Lonely, so lonely… better off alone… nobody wants you… nobody loves you… die… you should die… take the razor… you know you want to…
With trembling hands, you reach for the bottle only to find it empty and with a grimace you hurl it against the wall. It explodes into millions of tiny pieces; tiny shards that for a moment look like falling stars. They scatter in the carpet and you curl your bare toes away from their razor edges. They glint darkly in th