She fell on her knees in the cold snow as she dug her blood-stained hands into the cold snow in the middle of the blizzard. She was breathing heavy as porcelin tears streamed down her cheeks. She shivered violently in her blood-stained nightgown. Her long silk black hair whipped around with the angry snow storm. "Stop...make it stop..." she said in a voice just below a whisper. She felt pain and heartache. She felt abandoned and hated. The loneliness and doubt that was once with her before was back. Just when she thought it went away it came back. She pulled a large carving knife from the snow where she stuck her blood-stained hands in. Tears continued to fall as she held the knife to her throat. She could feel the cold steel pierce her tender pale flesh but didn't care. She felt blood trickle down her neck as she drove the knife a bit deeper. She wanted to end her life once more, but how can you end your life...if you're already dead?
She laid there for what seemed like hours in the snow bleeding from the wrists, neck, and abdomen. The knife she used to inflict pain upon herself laid just a few feet from her reach. She closed her eyes gently. With every passing moment she saw the faces of her friends flash through her mind. The ones who said they cared, the ones who said they'd be there for her. She opened her eyes. The sapphire blue orbs that were once filled with life seemed empty and full of sadness. She wanted to let go, she wanted to be free of the chains that attached her to this world. "Why...why won't you let me go?" she asked to no one but the sky as she looked up. She closed her eyes again as she laid in the freezing ice storm.
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