Mortician's Son

"You can't do this to your self Nora please?" He begged as he pushed away her hair from her face to wipe her tears.

"Nora please I don't want you to end up like them. I for want you to be another cold body I have to prepare for a viewing please Nora stop this." The boy said his voice cracking as he held her wrist to stop the blade from kissing it. She stayed silent.

"Please stop for me I stopped for you Nora if you hurt yourself your are going to have to hurt me first." She stared at the faint scars on his bare arm and she couldn't do it. The room was silent with the exception of soft sobs, a breath of relief, and the sound of metal hitting the hard wood floor.