I always thought grass was soft, until right now. The edges felt like cold wet razor blades slicing against every inch of my naked body. How did I end up here? The bed of nails I laid on during my 6th grade field trip was nothing compared to this. A tear formed as the memory reminded me of an easier time. A time so far from now. How could that carefree innocent girl make choices that led her to this point? How could I have led myself to this place?

As the earth below me relentlessly pricked and prodded every inch of my body, I turned to the sky for solace. My soul hoped to see something familiar in the inky night, but even the stars and the moon withdrew any comfort as they hid behind the dark dense clouds. Were they ashamed of me too?

All of a sudden, a hush landed on everything around me and filled me with an uneasy calm. A freezing raindrop fell on my cheek as the cold started to spread throughout my body. Since I could no longer cry for myself, maybe something is crying for me. Or rather the darkness of nothingness.