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
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.