Broken

I stared at the knife, and my mind was having many negative ideas. My tears stopped flowing through my eyes and all I saw was the knife lying on the table. I slowly stood up from the ground and with my shaky legs I walked towards the table. I licked my lips and wiped my tears.

I grabbed the knife, my hands were shaking so badly. Tears of pain and anger started to flow through my eyes. I threw the knife away with full force.

"..I can't do it," I cried out as I fell down on the ground.

My body hit the ground while making a thud sound. I laid there like that, I cried and cried and cried myself to sleep.

*****

I woke up to the sound of someone knocking on the door; I rubbed my eyes to adjust them to the sunlight pecking from the windows. I sat up and was shocked to see myself on the bed with a soft mattress laying on me.

I glanced at the ground where I slept last night. "How did I end up on the bed?" The question popped up in my mind.

**Knock**

I rubbed my forehead with my fingertips whil