Slit
Disclaimer: I do not own Without A Trace.
Note: I was in English class watching some boring video when the inspiration for this story came so I decided to write it. Tell me if it's any good.
Samantha was slumped on her bathroom floor. Motionless and limp, like a dead body. But she was alive. She was alive and feeling. Alive and feeling pain.
She had felt pain many times before but this pain was different. This pain was in her heart.
He had caused this pain. H e had told her they could be together, then the next day he had told her he couldn't do it. He couldn't leave his family, his wife, his daughters to be with her.
He had made sure all her dreams of him and her were shattered forever. He had broken her heart and she would never recover.
Samantha managed to find the strength to reach for the razor. She held it in her hand and started at it for a few seconds before she slowly, carefully dragged it across her right wrist. She watched as the blood poured out and some of her pain went with it.
She transferred the razor to her right hand and slowly, carefully dragged it across her left wrist. The blood trickled to the floor and she felt a lot better. That was when she knew what she had to do to relieve her pain completely.
Samantha gradually rose and walked down to the kitchen. As if she was in a trance she opened the cutlery draw and drew out a large knife. Immediately she dragged the knife across her throat and as she did she fell to the floor.
Samantha was slumped on her kitchen floor. Motionless and limp, a dead body.
THE END.
