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A dark thought crossed her mind as she gazed in her trance at the knife, it could all be over it could all be done with, I would never have to think of it again... Her fingers slid acrossed it gently tracing the knife's handle, all her misery would be forgotten in time, all her pain would be erased. Her breathing was shaky her eyes were drenched in water blurring her vision. All that was clear was the knife. She wrapped around the object, as if it had already penetrated her soul, what was left for it was just a shell, of who she used to be. A shell that used to smile, and laugh and love, a shell that grew close to people around her, but still just a shell of what she used to be. Slowly lifting the knife to her chest, when a noise distributed her thought. "I cant... go on... sometimes I cant breath" She cried.
"Some times you have too, for the ones who need you"
"They need the wrong, I haven't been for quiet some time now" She plunged into her body, gripping her knife like it would free her but all around her was the fire she was trying to escape, there was nothing left of her, but the small part that was already dead belonging to the hell she loathed.