Her boots clicked against the deserted street, occasionally crushing dried leaves that had dropped from the trees. She reached the end of the road. Her face reflected against the shiny side of the knife. A pale white, almost transparent face. Not only did she see the reflection of her dry face, but also the memory of her past. Tears moistened her face and crept down her cheeks. Plunging the knife into her chest, she screamed and screamed. A greyish smoke flowed out of her mouth. Blood spewed out of her chest. She felt the world slowing down. The leaves slowed their motion and slowly, they blurred into emptiness. She heaved out a final breath and collapsed onto the floor, still clutching the knife tight in her chest. To the world, just another human being died.
