~Sweet torture; Blessed be; Leave me in Peace;~~
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It was cold, the night I tried to kill myself. The window to my bathroom was open just a crack. Cold air flew through it and I stood by the window to inhale it. I breathed in and grimaced. Even the air smelled like death to me now. Slowly I turned my head and faced the sink. There was a large mirror that stood over it making me look. Look at this girl. This ...this nothingness that still managed to exist. I glared at my reflection in anger. Disgust. Fear. Look at my pale face,the bags underneath my eyes. The sharp bruise that shone on my left cheek. The limp brown hair that seemed to just sit on my head in exhaustion. I wanted to punch the mirror. Punch it and make my image disappear. But i knew this would not help.
I knew what had to be done. I took a deep shaky breathe, and reached within my pant's pocket. There was a knife. A small but very sharp knife. Perfect for what I was about to do. I pulled it out and brought it close to my neck. A shiver became before me. I had to do this quick. Before IT came here and once again relished in my pain.
I wanted to close my eye's but I couldn't. After all I had been in the darkness for so many month's. Just closing them again would make IT happy and come forth to where I was. I stood up a bit straighter and stared at myself. The image that was in the mirror. Then I took the knife and began to slice at my neck.
Blood spooned out and I watched as it seeped down my hand. More and more blood was coming out. There that was enough. Stopping I let the knife drop and then I let myself drop.
Before I was overtaken I heard IT'S voice.
"Stupid Elle. You will pay for this ".
I let out a smile. For this time I had just won.
Then the nevermore came and I was gone.
