Paradox (an unfinished story that will probably never be finished)

Blood oozed out of the fresh cut on my arm.
I watched it drip into the sink
and down the drain.
Along with it went my sanity.
I felt no pain.
As the blood escaped my arm
so did I.
A morbid escape, my only escape.
What exactly are you running from?
I have no fucking clue.
I did know one thing:
This was real. This was proof that somewhere inside of me a person existed.
Overwhelming emotions threatened to smother me,
but I was still breathing.

"Keila!"

Bright red stains shot across white porcelain.
Pounding on the bathroom door.
Rushing water stole the crimson beauty away from my eyes.
It swirled coldly down the drain to the safety of darkness.

"Goddamnit, Kelia! What the fuck are you doing in there?"
I pulled my sleeves down to my hands.
"Holy shit, Keith. Can't you go two seconds without jacking-off?"
I unlocked the door to reveal my nineteen-year-old brother sporting a Led Zeppelin t-shirt and a sly grin.
"At least I'm not crazy."
"Get a girlfriend!" I yelled as I stormed down the hallway to my room.
My facade carried me to the door, but as soon as I slammed it shut behind me

I collapsed.
I clawed at the carpet
Trying to find something.
Anything.
I am numb
There is nothing around me.
Nothing can touch me.
I am void of every feeling and sensation that would classify me as human.
Thick, dark slime is inside of me.
Flowing through my veins.
Swimming in my lungs.
I cannot breathe.
I see myself writhing in strangled silence on the floor.
I am disgusted with this thing that has claimed my body.
I leave myself to struggle alone.