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What's sharper than a knife?

'AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!' I screamed at the top of my lungs, I could talk, I was alive. I grasp my neck and I touch my warm cheeks. I thought I was dead. DEAD. I thought that I would never see the people I loved and cared about ever again. I would never see their happy faces. There beautiful smiles. Just the thought of that made me cry. I was scared now. Scared of death and having to face it. I was so scared that I would lose everything, everyone. But somehow I wanted to end it now. To be with dad. I have never realised how much I missed him until now. I just wanted my dad.

**Mum's POV**

Robert has been acting weird lately. Ever since Sunday. He has been nervously twitching his fingers every now and then. But it is really noticeable. We went out for dinner at a cute little restaurant just on the outskirts of town. I am not really concentrating on the food, but Robert. Pink fairy lights are twinkling all around us, although they are so cute they are really hurting my eyes.

Robert has had a bit too much to drink, he is laughing and chatting to some young blonde girls. I walk over to him. 'Hi Robert, what are you doing?' I ask sweetly, staring at the other girls. I put my hand on his shoulder. 'Get off me...I'm talking to these beautiful, young, intelligent woman. They know how to PAR-TAY!' he slurred, he was clearly very drunk. He was out of his mind. Was he over me? 'Well, I should be going....' I say as I grab my clutch and I begin to walk out the door. But then someone grabs my wrist tightly. I turn around to come face to face with, Robert? 'Hi....just to let ya know....I don't want ya anymore, sa ya can just leave...I'm going out with Hollie now. We're over!' he yelled as he fell and struggled to keep his balance. I tried to help him up, but he wouldn't let me. Hollie was beaming brightly behind him. Stupid.......'Well Robert, just to let you know I was going to break up with you anyway! I don't care that you're going out with Hollie! Good for you! While you spend all your money and get wasted I shall be home with my baby Rosa. We need to spend some quality time together, playing, watching TV, reading, taking..........' I shout, then I begin to talk in an annoyed but patient tone. But then Robert cut me off. 'No, no. I am....I was...sorry.....I...come back please Rachael, I still love you, forget about Hollie...' Robert rambled on at my feet, clinging onto my ankles. I kicked his head and ran. 'I AM NEVER COMING BACK! GOODBYE ROBERT!' I called as I slammed the restaurant door.

**Rosa's POV**

'What's sharper than a knife?' I ask myself as I pick a knife up from the kitchen side. Ok, maybe I should explain how I got here.

I was lying in bed, when I thought how to end my life. I didn't want my life to end suddenly and painfully. I wanted it to end when I wanted it too, so I could say my goodbyes and no-one would be surprised. I would write my family and friends a letter, to explain and talk about my life and stuff. My messed up, stupid, not-worth-living life. A single tear fell down my cheek, and it trailed down my neck causing me to flinch. I wiped it away. I grabbed a pen and a lot of paper. I cried too much writing those letters to everyone. I knew what I wanted, needed, to do. I placed my letters in a neat pile on the kitchen side. Then I asked myself.

'What's sharper than a knife?'

So there I was, with a knife in my hand, twirling it around, looking at every silver edge, gleaming in the kitchen light. Which side should I cut myself with? Meh. They all looked the same, even though there were only 2 sides. 'Goodbye world, sorry dad. Sorry mum. Sorry everyone that I have ever hurt, or ever will. Sorry. Sorry and goodbye...and...please remember that I love you.........I tried my hardest. I tried to ignore that little voice at the back of my head. Sorry.........' I whisper into my hands as I pray on the ground. 'Sorry....' I turn my knife and I place it on my right wrist. Then I dig it in. Blood trickled slowly from the cut. The pain was excruciating. But I continued, I made several more cuts on my wrist, blood now stained my pyjama's, the knife and the kitchen tiles. Just then I heard the door open. Then everything faded away, and I felt my body collapse on the cold, kitchen floor, my wrist was throbbing, but then suddenly I felt nothing at all. I heard someone scream, I was turned around. Then nothing.