Eternity

She sat on her pink bed, leaving the music blasting. Her face fell into her hands and she sobbed. Her shadow cast onto the pale pink wall, and leaved rustled up against the windows with the wind. She lyed back onto her bed and stared at the white ceiling. She wasn't crying anymore, but the tears remained on her cheeks.1

She sat up and looked across the room to the purple shelf, where her stereo sat. She pushed herself off of her bed and walked across the room. The picture sat next to her stereo. The picture of the man who she obsessed over for so long. The man who finally came out and said she wasn't good looking enough for him. She turned the music off and looked back at the picture. The young man stood in the picture, smiling back with his green eyes. His brown hair was short, his bangs barely reaching his eyebrows. She grabbed the picture and threw it down onto the white carpet. It banged against the floor. Her parents remained downstairs, still arguing. Not seeming to notice the rumble through the wooden frame of the house.2

She turn and stared at her mirror, which hung on the wall to the distant right of her room. It was frameless, and hung above her desk. She walked up closer to it, looking into it. A pale, gaunt face stared back at her. Her blue-black hair remained brushed behind her ears. She started to sob again, and grabbed a heavy metal object off of her desk, not caring to look what it was. She smacked the object against the mirror and the glass shattered and fell. The pale, gaunt face stared back at her no more.3

She grabbed one of the shards of glass. Holding it between her thumb and index finger, she held out her wrist and made a deep and slow cut through it. Her tears dripped to the carpet as the cut sobbed out crimson tears. She held out her other wrist, letting the initial one fall to the side. She repeated the process. Skin split either side as the shard of glass slowly ripped through her wrist. As she fell, her pale, gaunt face stared back at her through the shard of glass.4