What Doesn't Kill you Makes You Stronger

Part 5

They were thoughts at first. Thoughts that gnawed on me every time I was idle. I dismissed then thinking it's my evil self playing tricks in my mind.

As time went by the thoughts grew a spine untill they started to register themselves in actions.

It grew worse when one of my cousin told me about my gomorah's wife being pregnant. My will to live was lost.

Ways to die became more clear in my head. I even fantasized of the aftermath. The funeral. Who would cry and how they would cry.

But not once did I think of what would happen to my already three months child.

One frightful morning as I sat behind our kitchen enjoying morning sun, the allure of the knife made me stand up without thinking and retrieved it.

I returned to where u sat before placing the sharp edge of the knife to my wrist.

I had watched movies, read novels and most people die after cutting their wrist.