In the dark room stood a figure which I could only see due to a dim light that was slowly dying. The creature, it had ugly messy brown hair and pale skin. It had a kind face, but sad eyes. It stared down at its victim with utter disgust. She wore a black hood with matching jogging bottoms. Nails painted black with each ring finger white. A chain with a pendent across her neck.
A kitchen knife in one hand a lighter in the other. She placed the lighter in the table near by and decided that wasn't the method she was choosing today. This woman was monstrous, scandoulous and rephensible. She was undeserving of any kind of love.
That's when she rolled up her sleeves and started piercing the victims skin, one little slit at a time eventually each cut got deeper and deeper, warm tears running down each side of her face. Eventually she stopped, that's when I stepped away from the mirror.
