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The lights shut down and the doors snap shut. I am secluded in total and complete blackness. I lean on the corner of the wall, dependent on its stability and seep down onto the floor. It is almost as if I am melting, as skin melts away from the surface when it becomes intimate with fire. Onto the floor I fall, becoming one with it until I am at the farthest point possible from the ceiling, a total opposite, and a parallel. I feel in an instant the blood shooting out from my insides rushing out my fingertips with much force. Soon, I am at the point where the pain is uncontrollable and I am soaked in my own blood. It forms a family around me, reproducing with each passing second. On the brim of unconsciousness, I hear the clock in the next room. The ticking….The ticking…, it passes at intervals that seem like eternities. I drift in and out of knowingness. No longer am I capable of choosing my future. Fate has already played its part. I am bleeding uncontrollably. I am bleeding to death. Bleeding to death…all from a single paper cut.

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katie1119

Joined January 2008

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