Blades
She touched her lips, and began rubbing the blood across her face. Watching her reflection in the mirror, she lifted the knife and touched it with the tip if her tongue. Slowly it pierced it, blood gushing out. She pushed the knife harder, slicing her tongue in two. She watched the blood with a blank face. She was tired, and it was time to finally get some rest. She lifted the knife one last time, and touched it to her throat. She slowly cuts horizontally, and closes her eyes for release. Her body falls, the knife clutters to the ground beside her. The mirror stained with her blood. Her parents would find a letter with a single phase written on it, \"I\'m sorry\".