She gripped the porcelain sink and steadied her hands, "One last time" she said as she shoved her fingers into her throat, causing her to throw up the small amount of food she had consumed. She reached under the sink and wrapped her fingers around a small box. A box of razors. She pulled one out and put it to her wrist "one last time" she said as she pushed hard on the razor watching the blood trickle out of her now mangled vein, watching the blood pool in the sink, she sucked in a deep breath "one last time" she muttered again pushing harder. Everything slowly went dark as her ears began to ring "one last-- one last time... just to feel..."
