This day was like none other. A day of retchedness and utter deceit. She felt that things would get better yet little was she aware, Things were soon to become much darker. She lay in her room, a world her's alone. Feeling these dark walls closing in. Suffocated she felt with sheer dispare. "What am i to look forward to in life"? So many questions crept through her mind. Looking inside she saw herself dead and decaying. Her life was a vast barrin nothingness. She thought to herself, "for those who claim they love me, why must they hurt me"?. Laid beside her was a blade, and in her lap lay a gun. For which way she chose to go was a question among many. After some thinking, the way of both worlds was best. She gently grabs the knife and with a swift swipe she slits both wrists and watches the blood flow like a river. Soon after that she picks up the gun places the barrel to her temple, and whispers a small prayer. " God im sorry for the pain that has been done to me and i forgive those who have done it" and without a second thought she pulls the trigger. As she lay there in a pool of her own blood. Cold and empty of life. She was found laying. Softly placed with the effects of both blade and bullet.
(S.S.J) 2004
