Chapter 84: Chapter 10

Frustration built high within his chest and with each hit, he felt himself need to do more. It was the sixth time he would punch the bathroom wall, and it wasn't about to be the last as he continued until his knuckles were sore and his lungs were almost out of breath. Yet, the pent up frustration refused to yield and he could feel it gnawing at his consciousness. 

Peeling his eyes open some moments before to see the scissors still resting in his nervous hand, and his wrist still perfect and not slit felt like he had failed all over again. It didn't matter that he had attempted it and that he had felt genuine interest in trying to pull it off; what mattered was that he failed to do it and now he had to face the reality before him all over again. 

"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" he yelled atop his lungs while he rammed his fist into the tiled wall in front of him again.