She lied silent and still, her ice-cold eyes closed behind thick black lashes.
Red lips pursed in thought, porcelain skin that looked cold to touch, raven colored hair spread around her.
Her clothes were ripped and blood-stained. The oak floor beneath her was also covered in dark red blood.
One drop of blood was on her bottom it slid down onto her chin, leaving a red trail behind it.
A knife was grasped in her hand. It was silver with a coal-black slid out of her hand and onto the floor with a thump.
Somewhere from under the floor-boards a cool wind entered. Gradually the wind grew stronger than ever. Icicles, shaped like diamonds,
rushed around the room, caught in the wind. Each icicle then gently fell, with grace, onto her body. When each icicle touched and Jade
was out of sight, except for her eyes. She vanished, leaving the knife behind.