AN: I'm not sure if I'll add onto this into the future. It's kind of a oneshot, but at the same time could be expanded...
A dark crimson liquid danced down her arm in a single, pleasant stream.
She almost laughed, as she looked at the source of the blood, a single long, horizontal slice on her left forearm.
Humans are so... fragile. So weak, and cruel.
The blood made its way off of her arm and onto the tiles of her bathroom.
Aoi wished everyone had accused her of killing Sakura, it honestly would have made everything so much easier.
But instead they didn't, and now, she resorted to doing this.
Picking up the blade, she gingerly decided what she was going to do next.
She started at her palm, and roughly dragged it down to the crease of her elbow.
Aoi was satisfied with her work, but everything started getting blurry now.
A small, constant drip of blood and her harsh breath was all that could be heard.
The cuts were bleeding heavily now, but did she really want to die?
Aoi thought of all of the people she met here, how could she do this to them.
She ran to get help but the blood was just pouring.
She passed out halfway to the cafeteria.