I was silent for a long time. Sotto voice of an inner monologue when the room was barren.
Ambiance, antiseptic smells, plastic and cold metal, yet I felt diseased. A viral infection tended to by women in scrubs. Too-bright lights dilated my pupils, and illuminated the evidence of my actions, the acts that brought me there.
They all asked: What happened?
It was cold and burning and all I could see was red.
What did you do?
I let go.
My heart fluttered to the throb of my skull like it might take flight or explode. I was fine with either.