The Thrice Blooded Knife-chapter 2

Emily stared in the bathroom mirror. She had a bruise near her left eye, her mom had a vicious right hook. She poked the bruise and winced. She didn't know if cover-up would work this time.1

She slowly walked back to her room and reached for a shirt to sleep in.  2

Her shirt drawer was right above her underwear drawer.3

Her hand slowly moved away from her shirt drawer and inched down. She grasped the handle and pulled. She saw the glint of her knife so she picked it up and caressed the blade with her thumb. A line of red appeared where she had caressed the cutting edge of the blade. Her crimson blood seeped out and dripped steadily onto the carpet. It stood out against the white of her floor. She loosened her hold on the blade and let it fall from her limp fingers.4

It landed in the patch of blood. She stared. It looked so hauntingly beautiful laying there surrounded by red and white... Then without warning her eyes filled with tears.5

What had she done? No wonder her mother hated her. She was stupid and a total mistake. She looked at her wrists. 6

Was life even worth it anymore? She had no friends, no one talked to her unless they had to and her teacher hated her. She continued telling herself this as she picked up the knife and ran it down the width of her wrists.7

She leaned against the door and slid down to the now blood soaked floor. The blood seeped through her clenched hands. The tears now ran freely down her face as the world slowly slipped into black, and just before it did she realized that really, she didn't want to die.8