In truth, I had never intended to die, including that moment by the riverbank. I just wanted to cleanse myself, to become clearer, because I had lost all thought and direction.
I sat there numbly as Monica frantically searched for medicine to dress my wound, comforting me all the while.
Then she handed me a glass of water, "Drink some water, go sleep for a bit. When you wake up, we'll face this together!"
I numbly took the water from Monica and drank it down. Soon after, I indeed felt drowsy and gradually drifted off to sleep.
When I woke up, it was already 3 PM. Monica was still by my side. The throbbing pain in my arm reminded me that all of this was real, not a nightmare.
I sat up, holding my head, curling up on the bed. The images of George and Fiona entangled together haunted my mind.
"George, I will make you regret, make your life a living hell!" I spat out each word with deliberate emphasis.