The blade ran along the length of herforearm upto he elbow leaving behind a trail of blood and split skin.With a sigh of relief she lay down on the king size bed the bloody blade still clutched in her grasp. Her bleeding arm is angled awayfrom the bed in an effort to not stain it with blood. It hangs limp over the edge. Blood oozes down her arm to drip drop by drop down herfingers to the ground creating a puddle of the crimson red liquid. The knowledg of her life slipping away does not alarm her. Instead it seems to soothe her, to know that the pain is about to end. With a smile on her lips her eyes close. The puddle slowly increasing in size while some of it stains the white bed sheets creating a stark contrastbetween the bleached white and the scarlet red.
