".... I exchange glances between her and the clock. Am I ready? She looks at me in a way thats different from everyone else. She looks like she cares, and I feel almost fooled for a moment. I am like a bubble that’s ready to burst with words.There’s a glint in her eyes that makes me say it.

“I wasn’t trying to kill myself.” I whisper

She looks surprised to see me talk. This marks the first time I’ve uttered a word in her office, let alone opened my mouth. 

I go on before she can have some sort of response,

“I really wasn’t trying to kill myself.”

Her eyes soften. She asks, “What were you trying to do then?”

“I don’t know..” I answer truthfully, “I think.. I think I was just trying to feel something. Anything. I wanted to know I was alive- I wanted to feel alive...."