Sitting on a dock with a knife in her hand, she stares down at her wrists. Two voices in her head screaming don't do and just do it. As she stares at her wrist, she reaches over and make a jagged cut going up her arm. Blood splatters out staining the water a deep red. But she wasn't satisfied with it. So she picked up the knife and held it to her neck. She cried out as a hand reached forward and grabbed the knife from her cold and pale hands. She was engulfed in warmth as her lover hugged her, crying and asking her why over and over again. She couldn't answer him because she herself didn't even know why.
