Pain flashed momentarily, but was quickly forgotten as a chill came over her, a sharp conrast from the hot dark blood that poured from the wound. She watched in a detached fascination as the thick maroon liquid soaked into her shirt and streamed onto the floor, staining the cold white tiles. Darkness clouded the edge of her vision, and as her body slowly stilled, she hesitated, confronted with the void that none had entered and returned from.
It seemed like she was being drawn away from this place, this existance, and everything that was happening wasn't really happening to her... it was happening to someone far away. As she tried to decide whether to enter the void, she heard the faintest sound and recognized it as her mother's snorning. She remembered everthing that had happened in her life... all the broken promises... all the days that depression, as addictive and powerful as any drug or drink, claimed her mother and destroyed the fragile bond between them and turned them to enemies of the same blood. The void beckoned to her, promising to rid her of the demons that tormented her.
Anger filled what was left of her essence, the hatred of her mother, herself, and her life strengthened her. Knowing that anything had to be better than this so called 'life', Kayla's doubts disappeared and she threw herself into the void, letting the comforting darkness envelop her.
To be continued...