Alone she sits in her room. It’s pitch dark and cold. She’s shaking in fear. Knowing that he’s right there, right there just waiting waiting for that moment. The moment when she puts down the shield. To take over her mind and soul. His voice demanding, demanding the first cut cause after that the razor won’t stop. Deeper and deeper they will get yet never deep enough to kill this suffering soul. Her mind can’t take much more. His demands getting louder. There she goes the first cut made, the deed is done and now she can’t stop. Blood flowing down her arm dripping down onto the floor.