I may have overdone it again.

   Crimson-tinted water spirals down the drain, and my head spins. My body feels like pins and I can’t feel my wrists. My ears are ringing softly.

   I didn’t mean to get carried away like that, but they were doing so well and I couldn’t stand to let it go to waste.

   I look over at the mirror leaned against the wall. The saturated red lights leave an aggressive feeling on everything, myself included. I haven’t cut my hair in far too long. It falls over one shoulder, draping partially onto the sink, which is currently the only reason I’m standing.

   In lighting like this, I admire the similar shades between my hair and the blood running down from my nose. Those messy scarlet colors appear black in here, and it always looks a little surreal. It feels like I’m not human sometimes.

   I need to get myself stable.

   A sharp pain comes from my chest and I struggle to stay standing as I cough harshly. The warm red mist left in the sink isn’t anything unexpected.

   Shaking, I slowly lower myself to the floor. I open the cabinet under the sink and look inside as I start to feel a deep haze take hold in my mind. It’s getting harder to think.

   I need to hurry, but I hardly process my own thoughts.

   I fumble with a few bottles. One of them has to be the right one. It doesn’t matter right now. I look at the labels as well as I can, but everything is so hard to process and my vision starts to go. All the while, the ringing in my ears gets louder, accompanied by an equally disruptive pain in my head.

   I pop the cap off of what I can only guess is the right one and pour an indeterminate amount into my hand, but I can’t hold myself still and most of them fall to the floor.

   I take what I can manage to get into my mouth, swallowing with much difficulty. Everything starts to get a little darker, and I lay down on my back. It’s cold.

   I close my eyes and wait.