March 31 2016-12:00am

The thin two sided blade ran swiftly across her wrist. Thick crimson colored liquid gushed out the self-made wounds and a stinging pain sprinted through the harmers' arm.

One slice.

Two slice.

Three slice.

Four slice.

Ten slice.

One-hundred slices total.

The female collapsed on the ground, the blood pooling around her and seeping into the white carpet. Her once bright grey eyes, that shined with brilliance and care, dulled to a cold dark grey. The blade that was once clasped between her fingers was lodged into her neck, the silver tinted with her blood.

                                Abused and tormented, depressed and alienated. All she had wanted was freedom and peace.

She rotted for days, before her corpse was found. Maggots and worms devoured her. Ripped out were the dull orbs, gone were the delicate neck. Limbs of the deceased pried from their sockets.

She gained freedom, oh she did. But not even a glimps of peace could be found.