Just once more. The tip of the blade drags acoss my pale and scarred wrist. 'Pain is a forgotten factor' I think as a drop of the crimson liquid falls to the white tile that covers my bathroom floor.
"Does it hurt?", he asks "Not anymore", I say as I fall and the world around me fades to black.
{The ending or Beginning}

No more pain. No more fights. No more critism that brought me here I think. {Ending or beginnning}

{The ending or Beginning}

I awaken in a overly white room. "I couldn't leave you like... that", he says.
"Why?", I ask.
"Somethings are better left unsaid. This is one of those things", he says walking out of the room, leaving me to my own thoughts.