pail faced child

a pail faced child stood in front of you wearing an old night-gown of faded white giving her a ghost like appearance. she's holding a knife in her hand, not as in a threat to you but close to her arm. slowly she lifts the knife to her arm, placing the cold blade against her pail arm. silently her red blood seeps from the place on her arm of which the blade tore through not only her skin but also soul. the girl drops the knife causing a loud clash as the blade hit the floor. you notice it is the only sound you've heard this intire time. softly you hear the child start to cry, never trying to hide the tears the child looks right at you and you see that every tear she sheds another person is caused pain slowly you walk over to the child taking her arm and looking into the cut. suddenly her past floods your mind. you see rejection, two faced friends, pain, grieve, denial, and a past love. you see her cry after each but the last tear she sheds stays in your memories causing you to cry as well. suddenly the girl places a hand on the knife and goes to give it to you. you take it placing it to your skin. the coldness of it next to you causes a shiver. suddenly a force takes you and you throw the knife into the distance. the girl watches you do this and drops her head. you place your hand under her chin and lift it to look into her eyes, in a whisper she says simply "you released me of my only release" she silently turns and walks in the opposite direction of which you threw the knife. before she has completely left your vision you hear her say the word "Savior" you stand watching her walk away and you suddenly notice that there is in fact another noise in the room. thousands of voices screaming out "stop" "please don't cut" "you only hurt yourself"  and the only one you take any notice of is the one saying "its dumb and you have to be pretty stupid to cut" you silently think to yourself "you've never been there, therefore you have no opinion to this girl, or i"1