She was staring into space, her mind not believing her eyes. She had a knife in one hand, with beads of blood dripping off the tip. Tears of pain were blurring her vision, making her unable to see ahead of her. Dark red blood was pouring out of the slits she cut through her thin, fragile veins.
Her wet, teary eyes were bloodshot, and her pupils were blade-like; sharp and almost, dangerous. She was crying out in pain, screaming and shouting, but nobody came to her aid. She knew no one would. She felt like she was a thousand miles away from the place where she belonged....
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