She knew it long before anything was said. She could not reach the underworld though she was already dead.
Midnight black tresses stood against the dark contrast of the blood red satin sheets. The pale nude body of a young woman sprawled upon her back was easily identified. Her chest heaved up and down softly. Her coffee colored eyes half lidded in gentle musing, her slender fingers gripping the edge of a torn photo.
No knife could stab so deep, no arrow could hit its mark… Like so many before her she had attempted to destroy her heart.
A silver blade she pressed in between her bosom. Her eyes fully open now. It pierced her skin and she forced it through her chest. Yet instead of blood pouring from what should have been a wound, cracks formed on her skin. And she knew once more that she was not real and cursed herself for it. For only things that were real were ever given the pleasure of being released to the greedy hands of death.
But unlike those who had fallen before her when the blade had been forced through skin. She continued to live and breath for inside no heart beat within.
Her skin shattered and flaked only to heal itself back. Tears fell from her almond shaped eyes, the salt water staining the sheets upon which she laid her head. If there was no heart to destroy, what else could there be? What other organ in her body was so complex that without it she could not live?
Her face was slightly twisted in a completely dismal array. If from her heart came not these thoughts the culprit must be the brain.
She attempted with all her might to force to blade through her skull but to no avail. Her fingers trembled as she threw the object that had failed her twice to the ground. She needed something with more power. She shot up angrily and ransacked the room until she found the object of her desire. She turned it carefully in her hands and then lay back down on the bed.
Through painful memories she crawled knowing what to do. The skull was too hard for a silver blade but had never been bulletproof.
Her fingers slid carefully against the metal object. She inspected it cautiously weighing it in both hands. A malicious smile graced her lips as she checked gun for bullets. There was only one. And that meant she only had one shot at this. And she had to get it right.
She put the gun to her head and blacked all feelings of doubt. She kissed the photo in her hand and blasted her brains out.
She was found sometime later, how long no one really knows. Her body was still nude and her eyes had a certain peaceful nature to them. A large hole adorned the side of her head. And from all the wounds she had ever gathered in her life this was the only one to bleed. Blood was splattered upon the wall adjacent to her body. It spilt from her head and dripped down to her old photo that was still in her hand.
And curved lines and a slender script adorned the back of her treasure. It was a promise to her self that she would love him forever.
Upon the back of the picture it simply said, "I loved you when I was alive, and when I was first dead… And I'll wait for you to come to me and love you forever in Hades bed."