Caraphernelia

Resolution

It was Sunday, mid-day, but the clouds in the sky made it look otherwise. Mahlia was silently contemplating as she was rocking back and forth on the floor of the shower tub. Her knees were up to her chest with her arms wrapped around her legs, hugging them close to her. At the moment her mind was a wide range of pessimistic thoughts. From her father's drinking and abuse to her sister's rude comments towards her and so on.
She's been feeling this same pain for the past 6 years. How she's been able to deal with it is certainly a fact unknown. She sighed as she looked up, her face red from crying and her tears blended with the shower droplets like tears in the rain. She dug, or at least attempted to pierce her nails through her skin, pulling back, she left scratches going along the side of her arm. Mahlia looked around as if being watched before picking up a blade she had hidden underneath the soap dish. She looked to it as if it was her friend, like if it was much comfortable to have a piece of thin metal than to retrieve a 'good morning' or 'goodnight' text from someone. She admired it for a moment before putting it back where she had found it.
"No...not yet." Mahlia said, her lips still quivering from all her crying. Yet her intentions were to better herself she couldn't keep her eyes off of where she had the blade. Mahlia let out a sigh, "Fuck it." She said. Mahlia grabbed hold of the blade once more. She grazed the tip of her index finger along the edge of the blade. She closed her eyes as if preparing herself for a shot at the doctors and then she felt a deep swipe across the wrist of her right arm. No tears, no sounds of pain. She simply watched as the newly made laceration was being brimmed over with blood. The depth of the scar was at least an inch. She placed her arm in the center of where the water was falling, when she pulled her arm back she licked the excess blood that the water didn't remove. Maliah exchanged the blade from one hand to the other before repeating the same motion with the opposite wrist. She watched as the blood poured out from both wrists. Both identical to one another. She felt as if she would finally be at peace soon. She quickly finished her shower as she continued to bleed out. Maliah dried herself off, and got dressed. She didn't give a damn about the blood that dripped on to the tiled floor. Maliah silently and feebly entered her bed room. She pulled back her blanket before resting herself upon the bed, pulling the blanket over as she was positioned in a fetal position.
Hours passed by when finally her mother had decided to walk up the steps with the thought of informing her offspring of the fact that dinner was ready. She watched as three of them made their ways downstairs to fill their own plates with food. Her mother entered her room, and turned the lights on, attempting to wake her up.
"Maliah, come downstairs for dinner." She said, but she didn't get a response. "Maliah..." She said as she walked over to her bed. "Honey come on, wake up." Her mother sat on the edge of her bed and removed the blanket from Maliah's body just to find her dead body with her arms drenched in blood.