The old wooden stairs creaked slightly as she slowly moved her way upwards, towards the bathroom door. Reaching out a hand as she pushed open the stiff door, in she went. The blind was halfway down, the shower was empty, floor, perfect white. As she turned the shower on she thought,
“I’ll give this bathroom something to look at, something no-one has ever seen before, something they’ll never forget”
She turned to face the shower, in which freezing cold water was pouring out, she walked in, and slumped down.
As she sat there, staring out through the blind to the moon, she whispered slowly but quietly
“I’ll show them, I’ll show them they have won, they can have all of me, they can see how much I’m hurting, give them nightmares that will haunt them forever, just like they did me. They won’t care where I go, no one has shown me consideration before, why start now? One true love, turned out to be lust. Ripped my heart open, you’re meant to die for them, you need them, to survive, to go on. I can’t. My true love left me... Hate, going round and round in this world, never to find peace and hope. Isn’t that what everyone longs for? Love, happiness, faith, a good, hopeful future. That’s never going to happen for me. No. I won’t give life I chance, when has it ever thought of me before? When has it ever thought about how I feel? All it seems to do is torture me, see how far it can push me. But, I give in. I have no strength to stay in such a loathing place. This isn’t where I belong. Never has been, never will be.”
Her lost eye caught her own reflection in the mirror. Nothing but hate she felt, as black tears were rolling down her cheeks. Her hair soaking wet from the water, her body drenched.
In anger she picked up the mirror and smashed it against the wall,
“just like me, little pieces everywhere, lets pick one piece up, and see how much fun I can get.”
She sat back down in the shower, watching the water trickle down her. She took the piece of glass in her hand and dug it into her skin; she pulled it along the skin.
“See, that wasn’t hard was it, now again but deeper, come on, you want to feel pain, I can take you there, death is calling your name”
She sliced and sliced again, until her whole arm was just pouring, a whole surge of anger had rushed through her. She stood up weakly, and started punching the walls. Again and again, all she could feel was pain and anger
“This is what you’ve done to me!!! You ruined me, you hated me, you would never give me a chance to show you who I was, or what I wanted, I hate me”
Her screams could be heard, echoing throughout the house, alone. A sudden crash and a bang was heard. Her body lay barely conscious on the bathroom floor, filled with speckles of dark crimson blood.
She had given the world what it wanted, now death has her.