The Golden Wolf

I look up and his eyes meet mine, and suddenly I'm seeing them as I'd never before. His eyes aren't red and scary. They're black. Dark pools of billowing volcanic ash, hiding obsidian in their depths. The darkness of space, where black, crystallized celestial bodies reside. The universe is captured and suddenly I'm stargazing in the eyes of a man.
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I don't know what the proper etiquette for killing yourself with a razor is. Should I be delicate and cut slowly and precisely? Or should I get angry and slash at my wrists and thighs with all the anger I feel for myself and my situation and God for allowing this to happen? Maybe I should start delicate and then get angry. Should I carve words and pictures into my thighs, or just make a mess? Should I cut vertically or horizontally into my wrist?
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Kallie escaped from a dark past to live a semi-normal life with all of it's semi-normal problems, all coming to a head when her vaguely suicidal tendencies go to far. She finds herself trapped with a group of people who seem just a little off, you know, besides the fact that they accidentally kidnapped her. Skills from her past may become useful again when the group finds the one who has been killing off some of their own.

WARNING: Themes such as suicide and abuse are portrayed in this story. If these may harm you in some way, I would advise not reading, or reading with caution.
You are loved.