"You are to me what I am to Clare and I am nothing to her!"
She could hear his words through her head like a CD set on repeat. She drags the blade across her wrist, again and again and again, until his voice was silenced, until the physical pain over took her world and it faded away just for a second. Just for a second she couldn't feel anything. The lack of feeling was so good it was scary. Tears poured from her eyes like a dam had burst. She lay there on the floor of her bathroom crying until she finally fell asleep.