'ALL IT TAKES IS SLIT WRISTS, THEN THERE'S NO WAY OUT'

Roseline hates what has become of herself. Dumped by her boyfriend. Divorcing parents. Bullied in her school. Overshadowed by her siblings. Terrible grades. All which translated into an uncertain, gloomy future.

She wants out, and she thinks she gets it when she realizes that the blood running through her veins is all that links her to the cruel world.

She slits her wrists and all that follows makes her realize that this wasn't the out she was looking for. 

She's petrified when she realizes that she isn't really dead (at least not spiritually, as she likes to think) and is watching the consequences of her action unfold in front of her.

Masks fall and awful secrets are revealed, with more lives at stake as Roseline fights her way through, asking herself the same question 'every day'- Will I find a way out out of my way out? Or will I be trapped here? Forever?

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What Follows

Having darkness melt away my reality, is like having all the sounds I look forward to- birds chirping, waves crashing and wind chimes singing- get drowned away by a single thunderclap. A clap so consuming, so intense, I forget the sweetness of what it masked, remembering nothing but the lingering fear it leaves hanging in the still air. 


And maybe this is how it feels to get here in the middle of a spiritual tornado with blasts and blasts of very unpleasant events, slicing my nonexistent heart with the fear of the unknown. 


And maybe getting here is how it feels to have a panic attack. A sense of foreboding followed by tight breaths, shaky hands and touch-touching your throat and thinking that maybe the whole universe got shoved in there and you just can't breathe. 


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