Ending It
The one and only.
She raised the blade to her throat and watched the person in the mirror beg and scream for her to stop, to think, to live...
She dug it into her throat, giving a gasp as the shock of pain hit her system, then she mentally shook herself, "don't be weak" she told herself as she allowed the sharp release to sink deeper into her flesh.
With a sharp, jerky movement she pulled it across, widening the wound until it became a dripping gash, tainting her usually perfect skin.
Blood flowed from her neck and dripped from her mouth as she fell to the ground. As time progressed it began to congeal and flowed to a trickle as her heartbeat slowed and she fell into the dark abyss that is death.
The mask is off. She doesn't have to pretend anymore.
She dug it into her throat, giving a gasp as the shock of pain hit her system, then she mentally shook herself, "don't be weak" she told herself as she allowed the sharp release to sink deeper into her flesh.
With a sharp, jerky movement she pulled it across, widening the wound until it became a dripping gash, tainting her usually perfect skin.
Blood flowed from her neck and dripped from her mouth as she fell to the ground. As time progressed it began to congeal and flowed to a trickle as her heartbeat slowed and she fell into the dark abyss that is death.
The mask is off. She doesn't have to pretend anymore.