I wake up with fright as I panic, struggling to breathe for a moment. I see myself in my room, just as it was before. I reach for my neck, finding nothing but flesh. I let out a sigh as I was able to calm down but not before sobbing once more. I turn to my dresser and stare at the drawer that hides my knife. I turn away and curl back up on my bed, crying myself to sleep.
Nobody will ever understand what I'm going through... but I still have to keep going through this Tartarus…
After a few hours of crying, I noticed the sun started to rise. I decided I might as well just get up and get ready for the day.
I got up grabbing the knife from my drawer and headed toward my bathroom to take a shower.
I turned the water on, letting the tub fill with water. I then grabbed the knife as I brought it to my skin and marked my hoof with one cut on each hoof. I let out a scream as I felt the burning pain grow on my hooves.
I then slowly crawled into the tub as I felt the tears run down my cheeks. I turned off the water as I laid myself down inside the tub.
I layed there for what felt like hours. I brought my hooves to my face as I stared at the scars on my body. More tears rolled down my face as I let my hooves fall back to my sides, the water splashing slightly.
I finally decided to get out of the tub and get ready for brunch. I got out of the tub pulling the plug as I grabbed my towel drying myself off. I then bandaged up the cuts then walked to my room.
I pulled the drawer open, putting the knife away as I walked over to my closet to grab a light sweater then headed downstairs.
I then grabbed my mask and put it on for the last time and headed out to my scheduled Tuesday morning brunch with friends.