I remember the feeling of that razor dragging across my fragile skin. It cut like a hot knife through butter, and the pain seared. I deserved it.

I felt it in my soul, and then I felt nothing. I was numb. I saw black, and then red. I heard things that weren't said, and I felt things that weren't there.

I imagined the end, the death.

I remember the police questioning me. Chasing me down. Checking me.

I remember the ambulance ride, seeing doctor after doctor. I remember hearing kids screaming.

Why am I here? Why was I there?

There was mom.. there was dad.

I brought them together.

But where was I?