Kamishiro Rui

Throwing your partially scraped bag in a dark corner of your room, you grabbed a fist of the used up pajama clothes you always wore, the simple design sliding onto your body effortlessly.

Your movements halted as you gazed at your right arm, completely stained in crimson. Dark red wounds and soaked dressings. Glancing away with hopelessness in eyes, you put on the top.

Before lying down, you took a single pill of cold medicine your mother left you, washing it down with tea. "More." You uttered. Five. Ten. A fistful. One hundred. Swallowing it with a gulp, your mind bloomed with guilt. "Too late to back down now, is it?" You thought.

Your chest hurting, the pain blending with imaginary and physical pain as your stomach lurched. You laid down on the bed, falling asleep as soon as your heavy seeming head hit the pillow. "Goodbye." A voice whispered as the effects of overdose started to appear.

You woke up to a pool of vomit in front of your eyes, your heart thundering. It was still dark.

"You failed. Again."

another waterfall of disgusting liquid came. Hearing the loud retch next door, your sibling entered your room, his eyes landing on the bitter mix of black tea and digested dinner.