My Bedtime Death 3.
Found myself looking at the mirror, confusing look on my face. What is that monster staring back at me?
I have never seen him before, I don’t know him. My legs suddenly find there moving into the bedroom. There is a bed in front of me, I sit down. My eyes are averted towards the floor and a silver catches my eye. A little razor blade. I pick it up. I touch it to my skin and the velvety sweetness poured out of the little incision on my wrist. My head hit’s the pillow and I fall asleep soundlessly.
12/7/06 Adrian A.
