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She shook as he touched her bare skin. His touch was unwanted. His touch frightend her. Leaving her frozen with fear and speechless.His touch begain to burn, hurting more and more with each passing moment.He takes her and posses her for his own pleasure. His blood red eyes burning a hole through her delicate body.Suddenly she thinks to herself "i will not let him take m. I will die before I let him take me." He returns, and has a knife. He takes the knife and walks towards her. Standing over him he says" I have something for you that will make you happy." He raises the knife up and brings it down. She then knocks the blade from him picks it up and screams "You won't do it I will and with a swift motion stabs herself in the heart. The young man then walks over to the dead body pulls the knife from it and screams "No I was supposed to die for you. Me. Die for you .I'm sorry" As it turns out the young man was going to kill himself as a way of paying his debt to her for being so loving and giving to him over the years of thier marrage of which he didn't deserve.

You see the scars and the freshly made cuts of yesterday. you wonder why i do it you always ask if im okay and i always resond with im fine you know im not but you say okay and forget about me just like everyone else i walk around looking for ly true love i weave in and out between people and diserpering into allies and scaling walls onto rooftops forever lookinf for my ture love i hold on to life only because of him knowing that one day i must surly find him and we will be together. but during the days that i feel i will never be loved .i cut . i cut and watch the blood pour to the floor. i cut to know that im not hallow.i cut to know im still alive.crying will not take away the pain only pain will take it way.looking at the freshly made cut with the constaint flow of blood. oh no! i think i went to deep!please!no!it wasnt supossed to happen!im so sorry please lord stop it please forgive me!

Alone in a dark room. There are no windows for light only a single black candle burns. I sit on the floor of the room with a knife in one hand and a towel in the other. The room is cold and still and silent with the exceptions of my tears hitting the hard cold tiles with a small splash. I raise the knife not to my wrists not to my legs or even to my upper arms, but to my chest. I take the knife and cut open my shirt. I stand bare-chested in the middle of the empty room. I once again raise the knife. I place it at the base of my neck and gently yet firmly press the tip against my delicate flesh and trace a line from the base of my neck to the top of my jeans. Warm crimson blood runs over my icy cold body. Once again I take the knife and retrace my bloodline pressing ever harder. The warm liquid cascades down my body and splatters the cold ivory tiles little droplets splash the baseboards. I take my fingers and dip them into the warm liquid of life and begin to write with the clotting blood on the wall "DEATH IS MY SALVATION"