I knew for a while she wasn't doing so well. I hadn't seen the scars. That night she was getting dressed and I walk in. As I push the white light door open. I see her tan leg slip into her pink satin pajama pants. Her legs cut open. She hears my footstep on the creaky hardwood floor. I see a single tear well up in her right eye and as single drop of blood streams down her leg and dissolved into her pants creating a stain. Her towel thrown on the floor stained with blood and distress. I look at her and notice the small pool of blood behind her. I run to her and catch her right as she starts to fall. She's weak. I pull out my phone and she slowly raises her arm shaking as she puts her hand on my phone.
"No" she struggles to say.
"Why? Baby why? Why would you leave me? I love you too much for you to do this. I'll die without you." I say starting to sob and shake. My heart starts to race as her eyes flicker back into her head and she goes limp.
