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Desire of the Soul
Rosa Muerta
That moment was the moment her world shattered. That was the moment her mind told to her to kill herself. Nobody will care if you do, you don't care. Nothing matters anymore. Just do it already. She had had the thoughts many times before.
With the faucet running, the porcelain bathtub quickly filled with lukewarm water. It didn't matter what temperature the water was because she would soon be dead. She undressed and slinked into the bath. With a knife she had brought from the kitchen she sliced through her skin allowing the blood to drip, turning the water crimson red. When she came to the point of loosing consciousnesses from blood loss she slipped under the water allowing her lungs to become filled with fluid. Rosalinda was no longer a beautiful flower, but rather a wilted one.
With the faucet running, the porcelain bathtub quickly filled with lukewarm water. It didn't matter what temperature the water was because she would soon be dead. She undressed and slinked into the bath. With a knife she had brought from the kitchen she sliced through her skin allowing the blood to drip, turning the water crimson red. When she came to the point of loosing consciousnesses from blood loss she slipped under the water allowing her lungs to become filled with fluid. Rosalinda was no longer a beautiful flower, but rather a wilted one.