Dark Shadows
Ch. 11
He was in the bathroom when she tip-toed into his room and took the knife from his bedside table. She hoped he wouldn't notice it's absence.
Back in her own room, she gripped the handle of the knife so tightly her knuckles turned white. She began to cut. She didn't bother with her legs, her shoulders. She went straight for her wrists. Six horizontal cuts on each wrist. The blade was the sharpest she'd ever used. She began to think that maybe it was too sharp. It was difficult to keep her hold on the handle, her hands were so slick with blood. She looked down and noticed how much had dripped onto the floor. That's enough, she thought, stop now. But it didn't. She began to panic. She didn't know what to do.
She stumbled out of her room and down the hallway, trying to stop the bleeding of her left wrist with her right hand. It wasn't working.
Riddick's door was open and he was standing inside with his back to her.
"What is it?" he asked, without turning.
"I...I'm sorry…"
She sounded, strange. He turned and saw her leaning against the doorway. He caught her just before she hit the ground.
"It's too much," she said.
"Holy shit, Li! Why?!"
"I'm sorry," she said, weakly. "…just a puzzle…"
"Just a second kid," he said. "Keep your eyes open." He left the room and returned with handfuls of gauze and bandages.