One slash and it's over the blade against her wrist just waiting for the blood to come streeming down her arm, it feels so good so again another wrist another slash now with two red streams of blood flowing down her arms she thinks to her self "why create a world full of death and sadness?" the room getting darker and darker she thinks the pain is finally over
with her knife as her weopen and herself as her muderor it's the perfect crime
