The question flipped and turned throughout her head.
Should I do it?
I'll never be capable of such a thing.
Ever.
The knife slipped out of her grasp just as she slid down the tiled wall.
Blood dripped from her wrist.
The cuts were deep but not deep enough to kill her.
If only she could push a little harder.
Add more force.
Go faster.
No.
She'd never be able to take her own life.
Too many possibilities for the future.
No matter what the present was like, which was a hell hole.
She'd always be questioning the future.
What if things are going to be okay?
What if he will end up loving me?
What if they'll stop spreading rumours?
What if...
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