It was November the 15th. I remember it clearly. My mom had screamed at me, because i woke her up – I had a really bad ache in my chest that night and was even crying.
Without a word i went back to my room – and to my misfortune, that night it was to much. With the sharp knife in one hand, tears in my eyes, a bottle full of wine and painkillers on the table – probably mixed with some antidepressants – i sat on my bed. I was ready to leave – and ready to make the first cut. If my cat hadn’t […]