She held the edge of the sink with sweaty, nervous hands.
All of the events which took place to lead up to this played in her head in a loop.
The girl screamed to make it stop.
All of it and now I'm here. M-Mum.
Her mother had not been a responsible woman. She hardly took care of her but she had still been her mother. The teen could not see a way to deal with things without her existing.
Sh-she's gone and everything is spinning. I can't stay with him. She thought, fear clouding her. He had done so many horrible things to both her mother and her . . . even her best friend. Her poor innocent best friend had gotten hit by that guy before.
I've failed so many times. The hands around my throat are so tight that I feel like I officially can't breathe. I want to die.
Those hands. They had appeared ever since the man had done that to her. It had been disgusting. That sort of stuff was only for people who were in love. She did not love him. He was not her best friend. He was an awful man who found himself in her life and ruined everything with his horribleness. She hated him. Why did he have to go and do what he did when she had said no?
She wept and wiped her tears harshly. The sounds of his sobs were echoing all around. Why are you crying! You killed her!!
She cried, and cried and cried into the sink then turned on the tap for no exact reason. She watched the water flow. It hardly had an effect on her.
I don't want to . . . Tears flowed from her eyes even as she was no longer bawling.
They fell into the sink and joined the pool that the tap water was making.
"I'm not . . ." She screamed to the heavens then opened her cabinet. She retrieved a huge kitchen knife which she had stolen from Leigh's knife drawer at home.
Why didn't she notice it was gone though? She held the weapon up against her chest as if it was a plush toy and cried more.
She held it down and stared. It was so big and dangerous looking.
For a moment she felt afraid but for another she felt ready. I hate everything. I can't do it anymore.
The girl thought back to the message she sent her friend. Would Leigh be coming here? I should wait for her. She looked to the locked door with shaking hands.
"Hannah! You better not be calling the police!" The gruff voice of him said from downstairs. It frightened her how angry, sad and depressed he sounded in one.
She felt afraid of him. More afraid of him than she was of the knife. What will he do once it's just me and him? Surely authorities won't allow i-
She held the knife up and stared at it. A voice was saying to do it. It had been there for really long and was the reason for the bruises at her neck. She did not like how it sounded. It was so mean. It was her voice but so much meaner. Like herself when she became unreasonably angry.
Do it already! You have nothing! What are you waiting for? Leigh-Anne? Haven't you caused her and her folks enough stress! F*ck you! Do it! Do everyone a favour and just do it! NooooOOOOW!
Hannah screamed and then raised the knife high. She jabbed it into her wrist and watched blood erupt like a volcano. It squirted into her eye and made her fall. She cried at the pain but then started laughing as it kept pouring out. She stabbed her thigh over and over after and then got up with blood draining from her.
