My legs went numb from sitting on the floor. I used the door to slowly push myself up.

In a daze, I opened the drawer and poured two pills into my hand.

Then, I put them back into the bottle.

What difference did it make whether I took them or not?

If there's no difference, then why not end it all right now?

My blurred vision began to focus on the kitchen utensils beside me.

The knife was so sharp—one cut and it would all be over. One cut, and I wouldn't have to live in this world anymore.

My thoughts were chaotic, like a giant net tightening around me....