I killed her with a knife. She was always

smiling, laughing, and joking around

with friends. She didn't have a care in the world until

I came around. Once I was there, her smile began to falter-

first once then more and more. She laughed

less and stopped speaking to her friends.

She isolated herself from friends and family.

She started hating herself. She looked

in the mirror and thought, "I just need

to lose another 10 pounds and then I'll be

happy".

 

She began to starve herself.

Through all of this, she always

said she was ok. She felt better

then she had in years when she hit

90 lbs. The dizziness didn't even affect

her anymore. She was finally happy

again. She looked around for her friends,

but they had all left. And that's when I did it.

 

I waited until she was all alone

and sliced the blade across her skin.

She bled and bled and cried for help.

I covered her mouth so no one

could hear. Watching the blood

made me feel like I had control

over her life. I stood watching her

in the mirror, satisfied with the calm

I finally felt.

 

02-09-2018