Almost Gone

Chapter one

She's sitting on her bed listening to her music. Her parents aren't home yet. It's just her and her thoughts. She starts to cry, the voices are getting louder and louder. She can't take it anymore. Wiping the tears from her eyes as more roll down her cheek she gets up and goes to the bathroom. She locks the door behind her and grabs her bag of makeup. She pulls out a box knife and takes the blade out of it. The blade is already stained with blood from the past. It's a dark red color that stretches from corner to corner. It has a thicker width at one corner than the other. She gives a faint smile and sniffles. She grabs a kleenex off the back of the toilet and blows her nose. She sits in the floor, but first she double checks the lock. Looking at the time she gives herself an hour to do what she has planned and thirty minutes to clean up and act normal again before her parents got home.
Sitting on the floor she grabs her phone and turns up the volume on her music. Unbuttoning her pants she slips out of them. She inhales and exhales slowly as the cold metal touches her thigh. It's nice and chill. She starts to smile as she adds pressure and moves it in a smooth line. Slowly a bright red line appears. She goes back over it and the red grows darker and darker. She goes over it a few times and then stops she sits and watches it as the red liquid starts to flow down the side of her thigh.
She starts to sing to the music. Full of energy and excitement. Her body is filling with adrenaline, and she starts to add another and another to her collection, carelessly. She repeats the process of before. She looks and gets sad. No more room. She goes over a few that aren't as red as the others and stops again to study her masterpiece. Her thighs are covered in red and irritated. She looks at her hands, holding the blade in the palm of her left hand. She realizes that she had a grip on the blade. A very tight grip and now she has a slash on her hand. She starts to panic as she realizes the red on her hands aren't from her legs. She struggles to get up, smearing the color all over the side of the cream colored tub. She stumbles to the sink and wash her hands. It's to late, the slash is, in fact, to deep and it keeps draining. There's no stopping it. She goes to unlock the door and falls. The door swings open and she collapses in the hall. Her body is half in and half out of the bathroom. The color slowly starts to surround her body. She lays in the pool drifting in and out of consciousness. Until she hears a scream of pure terror and finally drifts away into nothingness.