I walk slowly into the ward and keep my head down sometimes i wish i could cry i have the same feeling as when people cry but its not the same. I keep my hood up and try not to make eye contact with anyone, i just want to get out of here. i open the door to my doctor and he smiles at me i frown at him.
"how are things going then scarlet?" he says in a a slow voice like im deaf or from another country.
"same as ever" i say still facing the floor, i trace the lines across my arm from recent attempts to draw blood from me, i no i dont have blood but i remember how i felt when i did... it was an addiction.
