Tear's of Sage

Wiping her running eyeliner on her sleeve of her favorite robot hoodie she clenched her teeth. Eye’s squinted, face scrunched up in an agonizing heartbroken look. Her body shook violently with every gasping sob. Feeling her nose begin to run, she looked helplessly up into her bathroom mirror. Her brown eyes so lost, so alone. Screaming wildly, she raised her right fist and without thinking she smashed it down with full force into the mirror above the clear white porcelain sink. Bringing her hand painfully down to rest on the edge of the sink, she continued to stare at herself in the now cracked and shattered mirror. Bowing her head, she sobbed as she saw the sight of her blooded hand. Tenderly she held it with her left, intact hand. “I can’t do this,” she gasped.1

Looking into the now blood dribbled sink; she slowly reached out a shaky hand to grab a sharp piece of the mirror. Grabbing it up she turned her right wrist up. Tracing the vein first lightly with her finger, she replaced her finger with the blade and sharply dug deep into her flesh, trailing up her arm, up her vein. She watched as the blood began to exit her own body. Shaking horribly from the shock of the pain, she found herself almost enjoying it, she then turned her left wrist up, this time she didn’t want to even think of what she was about to do. Digging the blade into her left wrist’s vein she sobbed as blood began to spill onto the floor. Holding her arms out to admire her suffering, she felt defeat. Dropping the blade she had used to surrender into the sink, she fell onto her knees. Huddling up in a corner of her small bathroom, she rocked back and forth. Closing her eyes, she tilted her head back, and watched the ceiling slowly blacken. Sage Hillier had promised herself death was not the answer, but truthfully it was the easiest way out. 2