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With the blade risen to
her wrist she cuts, carefully and neatly, watching the blood
drip, slowly down her wrist. With each cut brings more pleasure,
deeper and deeper she cuts. cut. cut. cut. The pain sears through
her body, but she carries on. His name flashes in her mind making
her feel dizzy and even more depressed. The carpet around her
turns scarlet, her skin now a torn mess she closes her eyes and
breathes deeply. They say, your life flashes before your eyes
before you die. But all she sees is him. Because he is her
life. After what seems like a large ammount of time, she opens
her eyes, everything is fuzzy and dim and her wrist is still
pulsing blood, covering her in the gore which he has provided for
her to do. His voice echoes in her mind "I love you,
Cherry" he whispers into her ear. "No you
don't" She hisses, bringing the knife deeper with each
word. She screams, frustrated but no noise comes out. When she
opens her eyes she looks into the mirror, but all she sees is
him. His arms curve around her tummy. She is pregnant with their
first son, Riley. He smiles down at her tummy and then presses
his lips to her neck "I love you, Cherry" he whispers
once again.
She knows he
doesn't. She opens her eyes.
Tray. The name is cut
perfectly and accuratley into her wrist. She smiles her last
smile and then brings the knife to her chest.
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