Pink and gold. The colour of my ceiling.

This was what i woke up to. I sit up on my bed and look at my hands, which are surprisingly clean.

Last thing I remember was driving a sword through my own heart and blood everywhere.

Is this a dream? What in the world happened?

I noticed my legs were shorter now too. My eyes widened and I felt my breath catch in my throat.

I slid my legs out and saw they were of the size of a child. Cold sweat poured down my back and my breath quickened.

Was this a nightmare?

I stumbled down the bed and fell in my hurry to reach the mirror.

I crawled to the mirror out of desperation and cried out in shock! 

Why? Why why why why why why why??

Why was I seeing my own face stare back at me? My five year old face at that?

No no no no no no no no no no no!

This couldn't be!

I killed myself! I know I did! Does God want to punish me some more? 

I clutched my hair as my breath quickened and tears flowed down my cheeks.

This is a dream.

This is a nightmare.

This is hell.

My eyes swept across the room and i saw a small fruit knife on the table beside a fruit bowl.

I grabbed it and held it over my wrist.

Am i really going to kill myself again?

My eyes closed tightly as the memories before my death flashed before my eyes.

I drew the knife.