Darkness surrounds her once more. As the cold air seeps into her skin she readies herself for another attack. She knows the symptoms and she's afraid. Not of the attack...but the darkness that surrounds her.
Waking up once more her vision is cloudy. She looks around her and notices that she's still alone. Getting up she heads home. Feeling the bump on her head from when she'd fallen, she winces in pain.
Being used, abused, tossed aside, and forgotten. That's all she's ever known.
Never trusting. Never opening up. Never confiding in anyone. She wants to leave this world behind. Waking up , as she does many times each night, she heads to the bathroom to look in the mirror. Seeing her reflection angers her. She punches the glass.
Her hand pierced with glass begins to bleed and she cries. As she cries she picks up the biggest shard of the reflective material and presses it to her wrist. Slicing her wrist she feels the blood dripping down, but she doesn't feel the pain.
She cuts again and again. She feels numb to the pain. Continuing to cut deeper and deeper into her wrists she feels herself slowly slipping away. But she's not afraid anymore. She welcomes the darkness that soon envelopes her.
She's now free. Never again will she have to live with the man who hurt her. Never again will she have to suffer. Never again will she have to feel alone and unwanted. Because where she has gone, she was welcomed with open arms. She can see her mother once more and feel a happiness she hasn't felt in many years. She's finally at peace and she's finally happy once more.
