Her head hung low staring at the broken stoned floor her eyes widen as blood ran down her fingers. "Why did you hurt me?" She muttered to herself. "Was it my fault?" She looked up to the mirror her glossy eyes full of water and tears. "I tried." She rose her hand to the mirror, the stitches broken up and snapped open. "Was that not good enough?" She clenched her hand into a fist. "Fine, you win." She dropped the knife on the ground. She stared at her reflection. "Oh I know! Is it because I'm not, PRETTY?" Her voice rose as she talked to herself in the empty room. "That must be it!" She grabbed the knife and pulled the stitches out one by one. Blood ran down her fingers and arm.All Rights Reserved