Shattered Realities.

Ceased.

Slowly she stepped outside her room,
Into the kitchen,
And let her body to be the one ready to be consumed.
Her pale, weak fingers reached for the most inner side cabinet,
She took the hold of that blade.
Something that was so silver, shiny and seemed so harmless.
Something by whom she was gonna today be played.
The one who was the predator and she was going to be preyed.

She tried to stand upright,
Tried to straighten up her posture.
Tried to be strong.
But something, no,
Everything of her wasn't supporting her tonight.
She felt weak like she had never felt before in her life.

With trembling and pale hands,
She slowly placed it on her wrist.
All she could hear was her laughing chants.
When she used to be so happy,
Used to live a life with which she was convinced.
She felt such a difference,
The walls, the ceiling, the cabinets, the floor.
Everything seemed changed.
There was nothing that could be a source of reference.

Splashing onto the blade,
Very slowly and calmly,
Made her eyes, on the blade, laid.
It was a tear.
And I guess, that was the only thing that looked so familiar.
She made a nice grip of the blade on her wrist,
And swiped it through.
Tears seeped through her eyes as she winced.
Not loud enough she did.
But winced once more as the pain grew all over her.

It continually escaped the cut,
Taking the slow way out.
Red dark blood.
Something that she was never really aware of.
The drops kept dripping heavily on the floor,
Making her conscious that she was losing something precious.
But right now, something that took over her was deafness.
She felt so helpless,
That,
Moved on two, three and four.

She loosened her posture,
And dropped herself on the floor.
Taking the grip on her knees,
She allowed the body to make the floor its support.
It kept gushing out,
Something she was petrified of but,
Something she, herself, allowed.
Her breath heaved,
Heavily.
Her chest was pounding and all she could see was puddles,
Of red.
She couldn't feel anything.
She was numb,
Yet, she knew she was now at her least.
And then,
The thing, the pain, the tears,
That was keeping her alive,
Ceased.