The familiar corridor,
Both sides lined with doors,
That lead to numerous rooms,

That cry,
So familiar,
Where is she?

I rushed to open door by door,
Searching every room for the source of the cry,
She's in pain,
Terrible pain,

I opened the door at the end of the dark corridor,
Only to find an empty room,
The girl, sitting at the corner of the room,
With cuts on her arm,
Bright red blood oozing out from her arms,
How could such a frail body have so much blood?

I searched for the attacker, seeking vengeance,
Who could do such a thing towards an innocent girl?

No, wait...
The murder weapon was right beside the girl,

No....
She is holding it...
And attempting to cut herself once more...

I hurriedly grabbed the knife by the blade,
Grasping it with all my might,
Trying to shake off her grip on the kitchen knife,
But her grip was unshakable...

Her grip is stronger than mine,
And she slowly raised the knife,
This time,
her grip was more of a stabbing one...

I panicked,
I thrusted the knife right into my thigh,
Praying that it would root the blade and would not budge...
Begging her not to hurt herself at the same time...

Tears and blood mixed into a diluted red pool around us...
She losing too much blood...
So am I...

My mind starts to blur...
Vision of her starts to fade...
Yet she is still so determined...

I collapsed...
And felt the warm liquid on the floor...
Moments before my vision turn black....
I felt another sharp pain on my thigh...

No..
She pulled out the blade...
And...
With both hands...
She aimed the blade at her abdomen....

Everything was black...

No...

No...