Jeffs p.o.v
Sarah walked out of the room. I knew it was time. Time to get it over with.
I walked into the bathroom and picked up my blades. Clean and fresh. The shiny silver glimmered across my pale skin.
I slit it across first. At least that's how I started. The blood came quick.
"This won't kill you." a voice said behind me. It was the cop in all black that killed her.
"What are you doing here!" I said lifting up my blade at my throat.
"I will cut here if I have to." I said backing up and hitting my leg on the sink.
"Ouch!" I said dropping the blade and grabbing my foot that hurt like crazy.
"WHAT DO YOU WANT!" I said screaming now. I was sure everyone could hear me.
"Want to die?" he said in a slight angered tone.
"What? No. I mean kind of? But wait!" I said holding up my hands in fear. He was here to kill me. I could tell by the way his feet shifted. He was too anxious to get it over with.
"Oh I'm not here to hurt you." he said laughing and slapping his knees as if it was the best joke ever.
"Then why are you here?" I said, my voice shaking.
"I'm here to help you." he said dropping on his knee picking up the blade.
"No." I said sternly.
"Ohh! a feisty one we have here huh?" he said lugging again throwing his head back.
"Look. You have to cut this way!" he said slipping the blade down my down.
It stun and began to rush out blood.
"HELP!" I said screaming in pain. I have never cut that way before.
"It's called down the road. Teach your friends." he said dropping the bloody blade and climbing out the window. He left his dirty gloves and ran outside.
"HELP ME!" I screamed holding my arm to my chest, trying to prevent it from bleeding anymore. It didn't work.
"Jeff?" Taylor said walking in.
I blacked out. Did I just die?
