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I am wanting to write a book. I have parts of it already outlined. But I just finished the ending. I have known from the beginning how I want it to end. Yet I have no clue how to start it, lol. But I wanted to share my ending.
I knew what I had to do. I had to save her. She was unable to help herself. She was stuck in fear. But she was dead inside. Nothing brought her joy anymore. I was coming out more and more to save her. Yet I knew I was not her and I have no place in this world. I will not take her place. I cannot take her place. I know it is only a matter of time before the pain becomes too much for me too. So I have to save us both.
I pick up the knife. It was her moms' favorite knife. They always kept it sharp. Eve had cut herself accidently with it many times while making dinner. Just the slightly pressure and it would cut. This was also the knife that Eve used to help relieve her pain. It never worked though. She still felt every bit of her emotional turmoil. Only I could help. And now I was doing the only thing I could. I had the knife in my left hand. I had decided to use my left hand first in case I get dizzy after just one arm. I want to make sure I do this right. This will not be a simple attempt. I will succeed.
I softly touch the edge of the knife to my right wrist. I then let it gently dance across my wrist. As it dances across my wrist droplets of blood start to form. It is as if the blood wants to dance with the blade but is scared to ask to join. The blade then dances down my forearm. This time the blood is flooding the dance floor. I am starting to get dizzy. I don't know if it is from the blood loss or adrenaline rush. It doesn't matter. I switch hands. The knife is now in my right hand. This time the blade doesn't dance slowly across my wrist. I make it a quick dance. But as I go to let the blade dance down my forearm I have to slow down. I have to concentrate harder now. My mind is foggy. There is so much blood. It is hard to even see the blade. I finish though. I drop the knife. Now all I have to do is wait.
As I am sitting, waiting for the end, I watch as Eve's white dress turns red. It was Eve's favorite dress. That is why I choose it. She had used it for church confirmation and prom. She even had wanted to get married in it, that was before she came to the conclusion that she was too broken to ever find anyone willing to marry her. She had wanted to burn the dress to symbolize the death of her innocence. But I hide it instead to save it for this moment. I had known this moment was coming when I first came. It was the inevitable end. So I watched as this beautiful white dress turned red. It was the same red as a fire truck. White to red. Red like a fire hydrant. So much red. So little white. Innocence gone. Now...only...red...