TITLE: So This Is Death
AUTHOR: Ben is Glory
RATING: PG-13
DISCLAIMER: J-O-S-S. Say it with me people. Joss. :) A borrowed line. Just one! Promise.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: Rawr. I'm fickle. I've been on this whole Dark-Dawn kick lately =/ very not-Jordan of me. Oh well. Erm… yeah, there was going to be this whole bit in here about how this was different, just to put a bit of memory in, but I canned that idea. I *know* it's short. It's a short little piece about Dawnie. Yes yes. And thank you to Lauren for always reading my stuff, even when it sucks harder than things that suck really hard.
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"Shallow cuts. Shallow cuts. Let the blood flow free."

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It only happened one time.

I was in the kitchen, cutting bread for a sandwich I was making. Simple enough.

Suddenly, I stopped. No good reason to, I just did. I took a good look at the knife. Stared at it. I observed everything about it. Stainless steel. Shiny. And what I liked best, razor-sharp.

I could see myself, taking the knife and walking up the stairs. I carefully opened the door to my bathroom and shut it just as softly. I didn't want anyone to hear; couldn't afford any interruptions.

I knelt down beside the bathtub so I wouldn't make a mess. Ever so gently I slid the blade over the smooth skin of my wrist.

The first time barely even broke the skin. I retraced the same cut over and over. Short little cuts, deeper and deeper every time. I kept cutting until blood flowed from my wrist like wine. The small stream penetrated the tiny cracks in the porcelain tub.

The pain was so intoxicating, that I began to feel numb.

So this is death.

And then it hit me. What she said to me. She told me.

Be brave. Live. For me.

All of a sudden, I was back in my kitchen, making my sandwich.

It only happened one time, but once was enough.

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Hey look! Another shameless plug! ha ha. If you liked this one, or Dawn in general, check out "Negative Space" also by moi. Yeah, okay. Enough with the plugs. I'm done xD