I saw myself inside the bathtub. What else could I have seen? I saw my lifeless body, the blood that had stopped gushing from the vertical cuts on my wrists. The pill bottle on the floor, next to where I sat. As soon as I saw myself, I stopped feeling everything. My body wasn’t warm or cold, my arm didn’t burn from the water temperature. And I wasn’t wet anymore, mortal things didn’t affect me. I was dead. I had killed myself.