Wings

Prologue: Hannah's Death

The words of today swim around in my head.

You're pathetic.

You're nothing but a liar.

Stop being so stupid.

I pull the knife out of its stand and hold it to my chest. My heart pounds inside of me, pumping blood all through my body.

Maybe my last blood.

I take a deep and shaky breath, inhale, exhale, and I press the knife closer to my chest. It pricks the skin and a drop of blood slides down, and drops to the floor.

Yet I feel nothing.

My father wouldn't look at me and say "oh she's suicidal." I'm not that kind of person.

Well, I am now.

After all the things people say to me, I think it's time I join my mother in heaven.

She wouldn't approve of this decision.

But I do.

And that's enough for me.

So, I pull the knife away from my chest, but then I push it through flesh and blood. I gasp and fall to the ground as blood gushes out and surrounds me.

I'm in a pool of my own blood.

The knife is still inside of me, and I can still here my heart beating. But every time more blood comes out, it gets slower, and slower, and slower.

And then I see a light...