He loves me.
He loves me not.
He loves me.
He loves me not.
He loves me.
He loves me not.
A small brunette girl sat under a tree outside of the Tree Hill Cemetery, dressed a black mini dress and black stilettos. Her brilliant blue eyes were now swimming with tears as she held a small daisy in her hand, picking off the pedals like she used to back in grade school. Silent tears fell from her eyes as she picked off the last golden pedal and it fell to the ground. The wind rustled her hair, pushing it in her eyes, though she made no motion to push it from her eyes. Dark clouds formed over head and the anticipation of rain stood in the air as the clouds rumbled with thunder.
Dropping the stem of the daisy into the green grass beneath her, she reached over and grabbed her purse that sat only a few inches away. Plummeting her small, delicate hand into the open hole, she pulled out a small pocket knife. Tossing the purse aside, she flicked open the blade of the pocket knife. She ran her forefinger over it, noting the sharpness off it. She pushed it harder on her skin, breaking it open and allowing it to bleed.
Crimson blood formed in a small bubble at the tip of her finger. She watched it intently, her eyes focused only on this. Though she was bleeding, she felt no pain. She didn't feel anything anymore. Not the cold, or warmth. Nor happiness or sadness. She lived in a void of endless nothingness. There was nothing to do, no one to see. She sighed and slumped against the tree trunk, the knife still in hand. How inviting the sharp blade looked, begging for use. She sighed lightly as a single rain drop fell onto her arm.
Whipping it off, she turned her arm over ever so slightly to see the pale skin on her forearm, and the dark blue veins the pulsed with blood. Slowly, it began to rain, the water dampening her hair and her clothes. But she didn't care, she was concentrating on the veins on her forearm. Tracing them lightly first with her finger and then with the knife, still in her hand.Why me? What did I ever do to you? Why did he have to go? Why?
Negative thoughts swirled around in her head as the rain fell harder and harder, soaking her clothes and her hair. Her black dress now stuck to her and her exposed skin was covered with goose bumps. Not that she carred. She didn't care about anything anymore. He was gone and there was nothing she could do anymore. She felt empty inside, and had not a clue what she was living for. A rough scrape on her arm brought her back to reality. She looked down at the knife, resting lightly on her wrist.
Finally, her tears fell as she pushed the knife into her skin and dragged it across her wrist. A river of crimson blood appeared on her arm and she smiled lightly. She lifted the knife and rest it on another spot on her arm and dragged it across again, forming another river of blood. Suddenly, it over came her. She became light headed and felt herself drifing out of conciousness. This is what she wanted. She didn't feel anything.
"Haley…Oh my god, HALEY…go get help now!"
