To Stalk

The bathroom was a perfect spot for this situation. I’ve done it before, a few times, and it never made any problems in the end. I rested my hands down on the counter, and then quickly slammed my head against the stone tile of my bathtub/shower mix. It really hurt, but for the first time since Brendon walked away, I was feeling alright again. At least, close to alright. It still stayed in me enough, that I had to do it again, and again. I think I hit my head about 4 or 5 times until I was so shaken up, that I just didn’t feel how bad I was with Brendon earlier. But that made me so shaken up, as you could probably suppose. It’s like the ground starts to move on you, it’s hard to keep your footing. The pain was a good thing. I had completely forgotten about Brendon after that, and I knew that I would probably be tired quite soon, too, bringing forward the very next day. I also vomited into the toilet.