Shizuka was walking slowly on her way to her home, she had been crying, and her face was bright red, matching her eyes. Her heart felt as if it was broken in two. She just wanted to die. As she walked, she slowly looked down, looking for something sharp...
Once Shizuka found a pice of glass, she picked it up. Holding it tightly in her hand, blood already flowing down her hand, and onto the ground. Leaving a tiny trail of blood, all the way to her house, and inside of it to her bedroom, were she sat on her bed. Ready to cut into her wrist.
Subject: A lonely walk... 
Sun May 02, 2010 9:51 pm
