WARNING: TRIGGER WARNING ISSUED. STORY CONTAINS GRAPHIC SELF-HARM AND SUICIDE! PARENTAL SUPERVISION MAYBE NEEDED FOR ANYONE UNDER 13. IF YOU'RE CONSIDERING SUICIDE, PLEASE CONTACT THE POLICE.
There's an untold story that originated from the Valley of Peace, this is where it ended and where it began.
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The edge of the razor blade made contact with the tub, the water was still heating up but she didn't care. Her heart pounding, she brought the blade towards her pale, pure wrist. She placed pressure against the blade, as it dug into her arm, she dragged it downwards as blood poured out of the wound like a waterfall, changing the colour of the water to crimson. She lets out a scream of pain, feeling the blade slicing into her veins as tears stream down her cheeks.
She removed the razor, panting heavily as she started to cut open her other arm, creating a gaping wound that won't heal in time. She sobbed from the pain as blood drained out of her arm, making her feel light as her panting slowed down, she closed her eyes to let death take over.
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"Zìshā? You're late to training. We need to go meet Master Shifu!" A familiar voice called out, the door opened revealing an older woman. A face of shock took over, feeling herself panicking, "...No..." She kneeled down, comforting her lifeless daughter as blood soaked into her torso, her mother cuddled the young human, "It's gonna be okay baby..." She tried to lift her out of the bath but to no avail, "Fùqīn." She called out, but no one came,"Fùqīn! Get here now!"