Suicide

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Suicide

The water bubbled pleasantly, and the warmth of it was simply very nice.  The faucet was loud and seemed to talk to the reflection so seemingly upset.  This figure of human life.  This girl.  She caressed her feeble hands softly over the water's surface tension.  In an instant she stopped as pain leapt through her nerves and sent her legs into a tense position.  Picking up the knife she had secretly brought, she fingered it softly.  Yes, we all know the story, the fate of a broken heart, leading to the desired ending of death.  Giving a hesitant laugh, she started slowly--almost as if teasing herself.  Little cuts they were, numbing the pain before total hatred took over.  Faces flew before her, those of her loved ones, those she had at one point loved herself.  Yet no love was strong enough to stop the ever urge of suicide now.  Yes, we all know.  Another broken heart that no one "cared" about.  Worthlessness took over...the mental battle started--then ended.  Pressing the knife harder she went vertically down her arm.  She had once been told that that was the way to do it--to keep your veins from being repaired.  Wincing in pain, she was very hesitant.  Yet a flashback, a moment of "I hate you", and with a silent scream she plunged the knife in deep and slashed down with a great force.  Blood spurted everywhere, and her eyes grew large with fear.  She was still alive.  No this wasn't right!  Body going into shock, she felt her heart slow.  THIS WAS IT.  She had lost the mental fight that she had been fighting for so long.  A terrorized scream came out as she yelled for help.  "NO!  NO!  NO!"  She couldn't die!  But that was too much...she collapsed.  Vision growing fuzzy, she watched herself bleed out.  Trying to somehow mend the ache, she whispered "sorry" then kissed her arm.  Falling back, she choked out one last breathe, and was entered into the realms of the unwanted.  The blood flowed so fast and freely... Yet the freedom was lost, as the lips that were red with the blood of confusion, turned to blue--the color of a hopeless love, forever lost in the ever turning wheels of time.

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