"Triste"

A start

Blood. Blood everywhere. On the floors. In the bathtub. On her skin. It is currently 3 am and the home is still with silence. Aaron cries and cries some more. Her wrist is slit open to extremes. Crimson liquid is flowing out like a waterfall. She is chanting in her head,

"You promised. You promised. You promised you wouldn't. You fucking promised"

The tears are gushing from her eyes uncontrollably and shapes are blurring. She's losing so much blood. White tile is tainted with red and her blood and tears dry on her face. All of this could have been avoided if they just listened. The counselors made it worse, the kids didn't hear her, family judged, trust was broken. Memories of the house burning makes her cry harder. Memories of her own mother makes her want to scream. Memories of her broken love makes her cut deeper.

All of the feeling she kept in for so long breaks a seal. They are gushing out now. The fear of her own mother burning down their home, the pain of seeing it fall, the bitter hatred of the names they said, the sadness of loss, the depression of cold feelings, the warmth of fake love, and the worst, the desire of death. Emotions are racking through her all at once. It happens so fast, she can't even grasp it quick enough. Raw pain of past events are shredding her insides and burning her veins. But suddenly, it's all blank. Her blood isn't acid anymore. Her skin no longer crawling from her bones. Now it's all empty. It's cold now. There is nothing left to feel. Normally that's all she ever wished to feel, emptiness. But, it's dangerous now. No emotions is no thoughts. No thoughts is no reasoning. No reasoning is no rationality. No rationality is terrifying.

The numbness is chilling.

"Maybe death is warm. Maybe it's nice. Maybe it's the only way"

Now is when she makes the decision. It's over now. Aaron leans back on the tub. Takes a deep breath. Empties her mind. Places the razor on her vein, and does it. That one final stroke is lethal. It completely slits her artery open and she doesn't even feel it. Now she is lightheaded and her vision is blurring, eyes dulling. Everything is starting to fade. But she can just faintly hear a voice outside the door. Banging is heard. The door is going to break.

"Aaron! Open the damn door! Please!"

It's her sister. She got up to use the bathroom, then she heard water running. She noticed Aaron wasn't in bed. Panic set in. Aaron could still hear the banging but it was very dull. One final bang and the door broke clean off the hinges. Shock seized her sister's body for a short moment. There was so much blood. So. Much.

Finally, she came back to being aware. She swiftly made her way over to her sister's limb body, tears were running down her face and landing on the cold, wet ground. A pool of blood, tears, and clashing tears mix morosely. A sister's sadness, pain, and loss mix with a sister's fear, loss, tragedy, and anger mix with crimson, guilt, uncertainty, depression, and desperation. Time stands still as her life slowly slips.

"No! No! NO! Aaron please! No!"

A hushed whisper takes on in her voice as she feels Aaron's skin chill. Her eyes dull.

All Aaron can see is her sister's face fade, into cold, cold darkness.