The glint of silver

As it is held

Motionlessly

In the air

Causes you to smile serenely.

Horrified,

Your sister can only watch

Helplessly

As the metal makes its way

Rapidly

Through your arm.

Screaming,

She begs you to stop.

She cannot bear to look.

You watch

Languidly

As the tiny droplets of blood

Drip delicately

Onto the floor.

Fragile.

They are like your life;

Oozing slowly out of your grasp.

Deeper.

No turning back.

Your sister’s mouth is moving

Silently.

You no longer listen to her;

Or anyone.

What is the point?

The splatters become quicker.

Your breathing is laboured,

Yet you marvel

At the realisation that this

Is the easiest thing

You’ve ever done.

Tiredness.

You are overcome with

The urge to sleep

Just like all the times before.

This time, you think,

This time I will not wake up.

Forever.

The thought pleases you

And you close your eyes

Drowsily.

You can hear the screaming again

And the desperate pleas

Of your parents

As they tell you that they’re sorry;

That you’ll all sit down and work things out.

Too late, you think maliciously.

Finally you will be able to cause them

All the pain

That they caused you.

It’s their fault I’m alive.