I grabbed it off of the shelf. It felt heavy in my hand. I felt powerful. I was alone in my room. Nobody would even know. I stared at the wall. A dark figure stared back at me. It stared into my soul. It hurt me. Pain. So much of it. The figure came out of the shadows. I recognized the face. It was her. My chest began to hurt. My heart was pounding out of my chest. I looked down at my hands. They were covered in blood. I looked up and she was gone. I slid the knife across my arm. I knew what i was doing. I couldn’t live with it anymore.