FourKicks

I am in a bar waiting for someone and I have a beer in a pint glass. There is a tv with something science related on. I don't think the person I am waiting for is going to come, and I'm feeling kind of anxious so I leave. I am outside on a city street and I have a knife with me. I hear a siren go off, like the kind that you hear from fire houses. I start rushing back home and I realize I don't have my phone. As I walk in the door I see M ripped my old backpack in half. I look at my knife and see it kind of curves upward at the end of the blade, then I go over and stand in the hallway and lean against the wall and take the knife and start slashing at my wrists. I see cuts but the blood isn't dripping so I do it faster and in different directions. M says he can't help me.