She stared at her wrist in horror.
What had she done?
She was gone.
No longer there.
The liquid dripped slowly.
Her eyes roll back.
She stares at the ceiling and whispers.
I'm sorry
But finally.
She's at peace.
Nothing.
No one.
Can ever hurt her again.
She's gone.
Into a world of madness.
And sadness.
And dispair.
But she's happy.
Happy that its all over now.
