The russet colored blood spattered to the ground last night. The sanguine fluid slid from the slender gash and rolled off one side of the wrist dropping to the floor in small beads, staining the carpet below. The doxie whimpered in anguish as the small edge dragged across her sensitive skin.
Knife in hand, she looked from the shiny metal now blemished with the deep red color that didn't belong there, to her arm; entranced she sat watching the life's blood escape the vain, chuckling to herself.
Closing her eyes she let the pain envelope her, becoming drunk with the ecstasy of thoughts racing through her mind. Thinking thoughts of her demise. Thinking not of those she knew she would hurt with her actions, just wanting to be rid of the pain of loss searing through the blood as it was pumped through the veins by her ailing heart.
What was she? she wondered.
She was just a scared little girl, who didn't know what to do with the loss of the one she loves more then life itself. She felt her heart break as she watched him walk away. She held out with a few strands of hope, but over time they became frayed at the ends and they finally broke. The grips on her sanity loosened, and a that point her fate was sealed. Because with out him she was nothing, because without him her heart became still.
