The day was great; in the beginning it was. The air was warming from it's winter frost. The wind was tamed as to keep the nip to your ears a memory. The day was a great day for happiness and prosperity yet it was not to be.
A young girl arrived home to an empty, cold house. The lights were off and the only life was her lively spirit which bounced off every wall she passed. In the distance, a faint bleep found it's way to her ears. Messages from earlier in the day had been recorded for her to hear and she quickly ran to hear them.
If she knew what the messages were going to have said, she would have never pressed that blinking red button. A males voice passed through the room bringing the girls high spirits abnormally higher yet the words which leaked from his mouth and through the receiver brought her crashing down.
"I'm leaving for Hong Kong" was all she had to hear before she clicked over to hear the others which brought her even more dread.
"This is Dr. Grieve from the hospital. We received two patients today from fault of a car accident with the identification of Mr. And Mrs. Fujitaka Kinomoto. We regret to inform you that these two individuals were unable to make it to the hospital in time to save. If you have any questions you may call me at 348..." The girl threw the small machine across the room as her sobs echoed throughout the house.
Each tear fell with a piece of her heart and soul. She was broken and lost. Wanting to just curl into a ball and die. The worst things to have ever happen have happened in one day and it was the most perfect day.
The house got even colder as the sun set into the horizon. Time had passed quickly but the pain made it take years. The tears had stopped some time ago yet she still wept. Nothing could cheer her up. Nothing could reverse the pain inflicted into her heart. Nothing could make her love the world that she wanted to leave.
Leaving the world, that is what she would do. With this sudden escape on her brain and at her finger tips she rose from her huddle and ambled toward the kitchen. What was the point of being hasty when every step you take will be your last; yet, what was the point of staying either.
She didn't bother to flick the light on, she welcomed the dark and it's hidden comforts. Her feet knew the way and lead her to a drawer near the sink. The handle was gold with flowery designs and looked so homey, so happy to be pulled; so she pulled it. As she pulled good silver glistened in the light the moon gave off. Forks, spoons, butter knifes, and, her favorite, the carving knifes.
Each held a beautiful freedom. With each curve of the blade it held a way out, and with each sharpened point it brought her closer to her favorite release. She had done this before, when her parents had a fight and when she was kicked out out of high school higher society. It was easy to do and brought her so much happiness.
She picked her favorite blade. It was a small steak knife. It's handle was pitch black and on it's edge it curved in and out and up and down; perfect for ripping into flesh. She laid it against her warm, pulsing wrist and thought. I will never have to feel the bitter taste of disappointment ever again. I'll be with my family, where ever they may be. With that she pushed the blade down hard and pulled the blade down to her elbow. Within seconds blood began to surface as the pain ran from her body with the red liquid of her life.
Everything became so calm and wonderful. She had no thoughts about what brought her to this. She had no pain from a shattered heart. She just was calm and at one with everything she was. Was was all she was every going to be now as a small pool of blood enveloped around the limp arm. She hadn't noticed when her body hit the cold tile ground for all she could think of was the better life after this one.
Soon her breathing became labored and her eyes heavy. She was not in pain, she was just in a state of absolute harmony. Every breath she didn't take was a breath closer to her goal. Her goal of being just another plot of land in hollowed ground. Soon her brain froze along with time as her eyes fell along with her limp body. She was cold like the air and stiff as the floor which supported her. She was more then that, however, she was free.
Author Note: I wrote this because I am in a very sad mood and thought this was a good way of getting my feelings out. If you did not like it then please don't review it. If you are offended by it then you shouldn't be living for death in a very natural thing. If you have harsh words to say to me I don't want to hear them so don't review. If you have something good to say then speak it but these are my feelings and I am sharing them with you with no regrets or apologies.