she couldn't do it, head against the tiles of the worn down motel bathroom. She had taken all she could and felt as though she was going to burst, leaving sadness and anger in her path. She jolted at the sound of pounding at the old rusted door. She didn't want to stand. She didn't want to move. She knew who was at the door. He was. The one who couldn't stay away. The one who had to stay away, she was the darkness and he was the light she never wanted. He opened the door.
"leave" she croaked.
"no"
She managed to get up and just as she was about to snap she saw him with the knife.
He looked at her, smiling sadly.
"here, take it" he motioned the knife in her direction, urging her to take it.
She grabbed it.
"why" She questioned.
"cut me"
"wha- no"
"i said cut me"
"why"
He looked her in the eye.
"i can't watch you do this to yourself, so do it to me." he inhaled "let it out, just don't hurt yourself in the process"
Aracely
