Shifting: When it hurts to attend church

I stared wide-eyed at the door to my toilet cubicle, wondering what I should do.

I could hear women whispering outside.

"There has to be someone inside," said one. "It can only be locked from within."

"Oh dear ... do you think someone killed herself in there?"

My mouth fell open. I looked up at the window above me, wondering how it would look if I crawled out of the bathroom from that window. I imagined Fire and Rescue trying to get me down, coaxing me not to kill myself. And then I would become...