Again

Dear diary,

I felt like a narrowly escaped death. I thought that the worst already happened now nothing can surprise me but as it turned out I thought it too soon.

I was panting, I took quick yet careful steps because I didn't wanted to bump against anyone. It would have given them way more reasons to talk about me.

I stumbled into the washroom and locked myself. I was walking like a drunk person.

I looked at my face, my eyes looked swelled. After all I had spend the last few hours crying. No actually the last few days.

I splashed cold water on my face.

I was still breathless because I knew that I had not escaped anything.

It was just a start. It was the start of the end.

Every thing was about to get worse. It was not an end but a start. I slapped myself to wake to reality.

Soon I was going to be engulfed in darkness.

I slapped my face, again and again and again and pulled my hair tightly.

I didn't knew what to do. I was starting to loose my mind.

I was felling so helples