So desperately, she wanted to do it. She was weak. In a world where strength was the only thing of importance, she was weak. And that is why she couldn't bring herself to do it. As desperately as she wanted the strength to do it, she was too weak. The exact reason she so desperately wanted it. But, though the thought never crossed her mind, maybe there was a reason she was so weak. Because if she was strong, she wouldn't have thought of it twice. Again though, if she was strong, she wouldn't have needed to.
She was strong, though. She lived through day after day as far as she had. This thought didn't seem to have entered her mind either. But she would be brave. And she'd start right then, she thought, scraping her dagger across her wrists, eliciting blood from her body like she had with the many monsters she'd slain with the same dagger.
And she would lay there until it drained. And she would watch the wounds as they bled, so she could prove to herself that she was brave.
Lupa would find her in the morning, she was sure. She wasn't the first camper to leave in such a way. Not by far. And she wouldn't be the last, that was sure. She carried the girl to the edge of the property, where she very well may still lay. She wouldn't tell the campers. They would have their suspicions, but to ask would be blunt, and such acts would result in pain. That was how you build an empire, ensured obedience.
Their world centered around strength.
And in a world where strength was everything, you had to eliminate the weakest links, one way or another. And that was what she was.
That was all that she was.