She turned around and realized she was alone. Left with her thoughts…. left with the voices. Voices that were reminding her that she failed, again. She thought she had been methodical, planning everything down to the smallest of details. Her heart twanged with that oh so familiar feeling – pain. This constant affliction on her soul was taking its toll. Pain had been her faithful companion throughout the years, one she had longed to escape.
Escape. What a tantalizing thought that was. Her dreams of escaping the never-ending torment, the constant battles and failures consumed her. Yet the voices reminded her that she was worthless, that no one really loved her anyway.
As she contemplated her decision, she traced the handle of the hunting knife. She had snuck it out of his room the day before, knowing he would never miss it. The house was quiet as everyone slept. The thought of not waking up in the morning gave her solace and comfort. She knew she would not have to live this painful nightmare much longer. A battle that she just couldn’t fight. Her soul longed for freedom, it longed for peace.
The blade slid across her wrist, slightly tugging her skin as she went, leaving a beautiful path of crimson. The cut was deep and long, long enough to do its job. She laid down, pulled the covers over her and fell asleep. For the first time in years, she was at peace.