It’s usually not a spur of the moment decision.
Sometimes it doesn’t require any real planning.
Typically, it’s really the last thing you’d want to do.
Yet, you do it.
I felt the exhalation of breathe before the pain…before the searing pain that jolted through my wrist and shot up the entire length of my arm. Before the pain grazed nerve endings in my shoulder blades that caused me to suddenly hunch forward. All I felt was unbelievably unbearable pain.
Yet, it felt satisfying.
The thought that pain would be the last thing I would feel felt unsettling satisfying and I reveled in that thought for a few seconds before the pain shot through my arm again.
This was it. This is the moment that it all boils down to. The desperate need to feel absolutely nothing has brought me here.
Yet, I feel everything.
I feel everything so intensely.
I want it to stop.
I scratch at my wrist and watch my pink tinted fingertips turn a ruby red. I let my arms drop down to my side in shock. What had I done?
I let in an inhalation at breath as I stared down at the small puddle forming near me. I reach over to run my stained fingers over the wound and shudder at the feel of my insides being exposed for the first time.
I reached for the end of my shirt and begin to wrap it desperately around the wound but I felt a sharp pain in my other wrist. I turned my other hand over and noticed the slight tinge of red leaking from my other exit wound.
What had I done?
I reached for the phone, but was unsuccessful and watch it fall to the ground, now blemished with my desperation. I tried to scoot over to grab it, but felt it almost impossible to do. My body was becoming a detached thing, and even through the sudden hazy fogged now forming, I felt out of control. I grabbed for the phone, dialed the familiar digits and let my thumb hover over the neon green call button.
The neon green became a highlighted blur of shadowed gray and seemingly endless black. Familiar objects were slowly becoming etched in unrecognizable blackness. It was becoming even harder to breathe…unbearable. I felt my body slouch down and then slide onto the cold, hardwood floor. I felt a slight pain in the back of my head and turned my head to the left so that my warm cheek now rested on the cold floor. I still saw the blurred highlight of the neon button and my finger hovered above it weakly.
This was it.
This was what it all boiled down to.
As a sharp pain resonated in some part of my extremity, my thumb pressed down on the green button. The shadowed gray transformed into a murky darkness before I heard the operator’s distant voice.
With the last of known strength, I exhaled a weak, “Help.”
Then there was nothing but total blackness.