He’s feeling the pain inside his head. He couldn’t think, he couldn’t move, he couldn’t even scream, he was feeling like hell. Even hell could be better, he thought. Although if anyone would see him from outside, he’d not notice much of a difference. Because, whatever was happening, it was happening inside of him, and he couldn’t start describing it.
Then his eyes turned red, and his vision got blurred. He couldn’t think clearly. All he could think of was ending his life, and that’s exactly what he attempted to do. He took a knife, and cut his wrist.
Blood was everywhere, enough to make anyone panic. He panicked too. He went to the kitchen and turned on the basin tap. As soon as, the water started running, he started washing his blood off his hand.
But it was hopeless. He felt he couldn’t save himself. So, he just let his blood wash away. No idea where it’s going, with what it’s going to mix up.
He just let his blood wash away, and waited to die.