Prologue
There she laid on the cold, hard kitchen floor.
Calling out to the deep abyss of emptiness around her.
The pain and suffering felt as though it would surely weigh down on her chest, crushing her lungs, stealing her breath away.
The agony and torture caused a sharp pain in her mind, along with the uncontrollable aching within her heart.
She closed her eyes, wishing, praying, hoping it would all end soon.
But she knew that only she could end it.
She reached over to the drawer and grabbed the most beautiful thing she thought she'd ever seen.
A well sharpened knife.
She got chills as the metal touched her skin.
She held it closely to the underside of her wrist.
She braced her self, fully prepared for what would soon happen.
She pushed it's tip down.
It slowly sank into her soft flawless skin.
She pressed it harder as she dragged it down the length of her arm, the red liquidy blood flowing from the deep gash.
She donned a sick and twisted smile as she observed her horrifying work.
Her arm began to grow weak, so she quickly grasped the knife with it.
Now all she needed was to slash through her other wrist, and it would all be over.
She plunged the knife into her other wrist, causing more spirting blood.
This time she ripped through her skin with the sharp piece of metal, causing more blood loss than ever.
She place the bloody knife beside her on the floor.
She laid back down closing her eyes, as she wrapped herself within her arms.
She soon drifted off to sleep hoping never again to wake.
The next morning, however, she awoke not to a firey pit of hell, nor the joyous sounds of heaven, but to him.
He who would never let his dear angel die.
(A/N) This was originally a oneshot, but is now only the prologue of this darkly poetic fanfic. The fic was pretty much built on the title Death of My Angel (originally Death of an Angel). I don't really have much of a plot and I'm just going to wing it. As I always do. Please review, and I'll update soon.