best course of action

(This chapter contains vivid description of wounds. Reader's discretion is required.)

"Oh, do you ever shut up?"

It was me. Something inside me said it. A voice familiar yet mysterious. It was a voice only I could hear. Just like my thoughts. And yet so different from my own thoughts.

"I saved u back there." It said.

"This girl that you are so guilty about killing is disgusting. You saw her eyes. She was rotting. Good job you killed her." It said.

I don't regret killing her, I thought. Maybe I would have been in her place if I didn't killed her. I think I did the right thing. You are right I mean survival is more important than morals in this situation.

Different voices in my head made me forget the situation at hand. I was having conversations with the different me's inside of me. We all agreed that right now the best course of action would be to calm myself down and that we did.

I opened my eyes and started searching in my dress pockets for something, ANYTHING.

I found some money, a candy, notes, handkerchief, and a pocket knife. What could I even do with a knife? Stab the dead body of the ghost girl now? What difference would that make?

Right then I realized, I was bleeding. It's not any cut or anything it was periods. JUST WHAT I NEEDED, I thought. The cramping started up but I felt relieved. I wasn't so weak, it was just PMS that was making me so vulnerable. But as soon as I thought I was relieved the thought hit me. "So I'm just gonna sit in my own blood with a zombie in this stinky cell now".

That's when I started.

It started with me just scratching the leg with a knife. The would wasn't deep enough for blood to get out. It felt like a paper cut.

Soon enough I found myself actually digging in my own flesh from my heel. Just deep enough to not cut any veins.i made a ballerina foot and realised that if I cut enough of the skin on my heel and the excess skin around my foot. I just might be able to slip my feet off of the chain.

I started carving my own feet. I made a mess. I was hurting myself. My foot was bleeding whilst I carved it's skin away. My feet hurt but not as much as my period cramps. I made sure not to make any noise. I was as silent as the night sky.

After hours of cutting and carving and trying to slip my feet off the chain, I was drenched in sweat. I had been silently crying as I was working on my feet.

And now I had not even a bit of energy left. I tried to slip my feet off one last time before giving up and to my surprise after a lot of wiggling and pain my foot came off the chain!

The chain made a noise but I counted again. I kept counting as I stood up limping, in sweat with my back a bit curled and in pain I walked up to the door and walked through it...