• Crying there on her bed, all the painful memories of her past came flooding back to her like a tidal wave of emotion.
    Her heart totally shattered as she screamed in her black abyss of a world.
    Eyes full of sorrow and pain filled tears, the streams stinging her bright red cheeks, tinting her pale skin. Well, they aren't as pale as they used to be.
    Her eyes burning from the salty tears filling them and over flowing. She screamed and screamed to herself, as she listened to "Slept so long" and "Forsaken" by Korn and Jay Gordon, played on Queen of the Damned.
    She hugged her pillow close and sobbed hard, screaming loudly. Ear piercing screeches of agonizing pain escaped her parted lips as she sat up and threw the pillow across the room.
    Her eyes darted desperately around the room, looking for an outlet. Suddenly they landed on the handle of her dresser drawer.
    She gasped a bit, breath quivering as she swallowed her thickened spit, and quickly rushed towards the drawer, pulling the handle hard, revealing a shiny pair of black handled scissors. Her hands slowly reached in for them, as she picked them up slowly, softly smirking as she gazed upon the beautiful blade. The tears refused to stop, they were pouring like a broken faucet.
    She slowly pulled either side of the handle apart from each other, making the blade split apart.
    She pulled down her pants, exposing her thick scars and dark rows of scabs lined along her thighs, shins and stomach.
    Her stomach wasn't flat anymore, it was more like a crater, and you could see her rib cage. You could see the detailed lines between each rib, and her hip bones jutted so far out it looked like she could commit manslaughter if someone tripped into her.
    She ran the shiny blade of the scissors along her left thigh, not even slowly. She repeated the action in multiple different spots as she sobbed loudly, head falling back with her eyes shut tightly, the blade leaving behind a stinging sensation as the blood oozed out from between the parting flesh. She opened her eyes and gritted her teeth as she looked down to her right, she noticed something.
    An orange bottle with a white cap. She stared at it to make sense of its contents.
    To her amazement, she found her old prescription pills that were prescribed for her bi-polar, hallucinations and insomnia!!

    Hallelujah, she found her exit!!
    She grabbed the cap and turned it as quick as she could. She poured out a hand full of pills and popped them all into her mouth, gulping down a cup of some liquid she didn't even know how old it was or what it even was, but it didn't matter. She was finally leaving.

    A small knock on her bedroom door as it opened slowly, made her eyes widen as she watched the door slowly move on it's hinges.
    "B-big sister, I had a nightmare.... can I please sleep with you??"

    She nodded, allowing this because she wanted to see her one last time. She knew how devastating it would be for her little sister to wake up and find her dead in the morning, but she couldn't refuse her one last request.
    Oh what has she done....
    They climbed in the bed together and fell asleep.

    The next day, her little sister woke up and rubbed her teary eyes, trying to wake up her big sister to make sure she was okay. She kept repeating, "Big sister, I had a dream that you died.... please wake up...." she didn't know what to do. The little sister called her mum and told her that big sister wasn't waking up, and she was scared cause she had a bad dream about her dying.
    Her mother rushed home from work almost instantly, and tried waking her up. That was when something caught her mother's eye.

    A pair of black handled scissors, and an orange prescription pill bottle, with the white cap next to it on the dresser.