Click
Locking of the door
Sharp, pointy, shines
Her face reflected off the surface
She slowly runs the knife on a piece of paper
Even to the slightest touch, the paper tears into two
So smoothly done that it makes you feel the shivers down your spine
Deliciously scared but no regret
Her pale hands firmly clutching onto the knife
Her dark eyes gazing at it without focus
Slowly she moves the knife and places it on her thin wrist
Her hands shaking, her eyes shaking
Little bit by bit
Thick, red liquid comes flowing down
Blood shines as it comes trickling down her white arms
She bites her lips, but steadily she goes on
She feels no pain, she can't feel anything
Clank
She lets go of the knife
She stares at her wrist with haunted look in her eyes
Now she can bid this cold world good-bye
One last stare
One heavy sigh
She is gone