This chapter may or may not contain self-harm.
She paints a pretty picture, But the story has a twist,
Her paint brush is a razor Her canvas is her wrist,
She paints her pretty picture. In a colour that's blood red.
While using her sharp paint brush. She ends up finally dead.
Her pretty pictures fading. Quite slowly on her arm,
The blood is not racing through her. She can no longer do harm.
She painted her pretty picture. But the picture had a twist,
You see, Her mind was her razor.
Her heart, was her wrist.
Eliza's P.O.V
Head in my hands. Tears streaming down my face. Not a normal thing for me to do. But Mello had done it. It didn't take a lot for me to snap, but i guess that since this wasn't the first time I'd screwed up I felt even worse; it didn't help everyone bought up how I had fucked up.
I sniffled and pulled my sweater sleeve over my hand, dragging it across my red nose. I had ran out of tears to cry and right now I just needed someone to help me. Of course I'm not going to admit that. No that's weakness. I pulled myself off the floor and shakily tip-toed to the bathroom; it was late night and I didn't want to wake anyone.
I slipped into the bathroom and stared at my reflection in the mirror. Red nose. Blotchy, bright pinky red spots under my eyes. Dried runny mascara all over my eyes. I was at my worst; 900 years of living; time and space. And /never/ had I felt like this. My shaky hands reached up to the medicine cabinet and pulled it open slowly. I closed my eyes as my hand grasped the razor box.
You don't have to do this.
Yes you do; It will make you feel better.
My mind was at war, and currently, the evil side was winning.
In one swift motion I pulled the lid off the box and it clattered to the floor quietly.
I pulled the razor out and stared at it; as if it was my only friend. I pressed it to my wrist and was about to slide it along when I saw the light under the crack of the door.
I shook my head and bought the razor back up to my wrist; once again, ready to ruin my life.
Then there was a knock on the bathroom door.
I panicked. I stumbled and I forgot the razor was pressed against my wrist. Then I slipped and all went completely black.
A/N: OMFG I'M so sorry for doing that ;-;
Indigo told me to add drama.
So I did-
dun hate me pls ilysfm