Went ahead and decided I really needed to update this fanfic, After this chapter I will type up the last one very soon. I know no one's reviewed but if your reading this it would seriously mean a lot to me if you told me what you thought of my writing or the story so please don't be shy feel free to review.
With her last ounce of self-control she walked slowly out of the bathroom, it was the room she would die in sadly. Melinda's feet guided her out the door and down the hallway that she had walked through so many times and she could almost picture herself as a small child running through the house. Tears started to gather at the corner of her eyes, but she refused to cry she wasn't going to cry over herself anymore she knew she didn't deserve anyone's pity not even her own. Pictures of her and her parent's life littered the plain white walls and after tonight… well let's just say all the pictures of her would be packed away in boxes left to fade away in the attic because her parent's wouldn't be able to look at them without feeling guilt and sorrow or without having nightmare's of her body in the bathroom.
Melinda carefully made her way down the stairs making sure to step over the louder steps that creaked with age. Surprisingly as she walked into the kitchen an eerie calm came over her, she knew in her heart she couldn't go on like this anymore and that there was no going back, this was for the better. She spotted the drawer where the knives where kept, looking back over her shoulder she made sure no one was going to come down the stairs, all was quiet in her house except for her dad's soft snoring. A trail of goose bump's ran up her arms for some reason she felt excited all of a sudden, excited that she would finally get the relief she had always hoped for. A pale shaky hand slightly covered in sweat reached out and opened the drawer, and a breath was let out once it was opened and the knives gleamed up at her begging her to use them on herself and let them do all the work all she had to do was put one against her wrist and let the blade slide over that creamy skin. Melinda picked out a butcher knife, and her mind suddenly flashed back to her child hood of when she was six years old and she had been in the kitchen with her dad, that butcher knife had been laying on the kitchen table. Her dad had laid it down just for a moment because he was chopping up vegetables or something like that and Melinda had seen it laying there and it looked so harmless, it was shiny looking so naturally the curious Melinda was attracted to it. The memory stopped because for some reason she couldn't remember what happened next, had she picked it up? Or had she left it laying there like she had been taught to? Well whatever the case her parent's couldn't keep her from picking up the still friendly looking butcher knife. It was in her hand's now and it felt so good to hold it, to just for once have control over what happened in her life. Melinda admired it and gave a sad smile then whispered "look's like you're my only friend now" and with that turned around and made her way back up the stairs as quickly and quietly as possible.
She breathed out a short breath as the bathroom door closed softly behind her and the lock clicked in place. Her body slumped back down to the cold floor as she let herself lay against the tub, she looked back down at the butcher knife and without warning her heart started beating fast and a sheen of sweat broke out on her forehead. Could she really do this?