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Had Joey known it took this long to
die from a slit wrist, maybe he would have brought a book to the tub.
Or, at the very least, his
cellphone. So he could play a couple more stages of Candy Crush before finally
finding out if there was a heaven or hell (but preferably, heaven).
Joey slowly opened his eyes and
looked at his sort-of-bleeding left wrist submerged in bathwater. Once in a
while, pain would shoot up his arms, especially when he moved it and little
tendrils of blood floated around in the water. His butt was getting numb, so
Joey shifted his weight and tried to relax.
He’s been sitting in the tub, trying
to die for the last fifteen minutes. He didn’t feel any weaker, or nearer to
death, which led Joey to believe he may not have cut his wrists deeply enough.
