Bleeding Away

"I hate you," I snarl to the girl standing in front of me. "You're nothing. Worse than nothing."1

Her grey eyes fill with tears. If this were any other person, I'd be racked with guilt right now. But not her. She deserves everything I say to her.2

"No one likes you. Didn't Jessie make that clear when she ditched you - again? Didn't Michael make that clear when he dumped you? Everyone would be better off without you."3

Her bottom lip is quivering. Her hands are shaking violently. But she says nothing. Perhaps she knows that everything I'm saying is true.4

"Why haven't you killed yourself? You're not wanted. Why won't you DIE?" I scream this last word. I'm blind with fury. Without even thinking about what I'm doing, I pick up a knife - and I drive it into her. Slicing through skin, slicing through veins.5

I look up. Her eyes are wide. She's gasping, as though she's finding it hard to breathe. She is finding it hard to breathe. She's dying. I've killed her.6

And yet, somehow… it's not enough. I'm still not satisfied. So I clench my fist, and I smash it right into her face.7

The mirror shatters.8

And I'm content, as I sit in silence. Just sitting, watching the blood flow out of my wrists. My pain, my hurt, my life... bleeding away.9