She's done. With the blade risen to her wrist she cuts, carefully

With the blade risen to her wrist she cuts, carefully and neatly, watching the blood drip, slowly down her wrist. With each cut brings more pleasure, deeper and deeper she cuts. cut. cut. cut. The pain sears through her body, but she carries on. His name flashes in her mind making her feel dizzy and even more depressed. The carpet around her turns scarlet, her skin now a torn mess she closes her eyes and breathes deeply. They say, your life flashes before your eyes before  you die. But all she sees is him. Because he is her life. After what seems like a large ammount of time, she opens her eyes, everything is fuzzy and dim and her wrist is still pulsing blood, covering her in the gore which he has provided for her to do. His voice echoes in her mind "I love you, Cherry" he whispers into her ear. "No you don't" She hisses, bringing the knife deeper with each word. She screams, frustrated but no noise comes out. When she opens her eyes she looks into the mirror, but all she sees is him. His arms curve around her tummy. She is pregnant with their first son, Riley. He smiles down at her tummy and then presses his lips to her neck "I love you, Cherry" he whispers once again.

She knows he doesn't. She opens her eyes.

Tray. The name is cut perfectly and accuratley into her wrist. She smiles her last smile and then brings the knife to her chest.