She sits there alone in a dark corner..a razor in one hand..a picture in the other. Alone with her thoughts, her mind is racing and she just wants to quiet the storm..such a permanent decision..never to return. She pulls the razor to her wrist and tells herself that soon the pain will cease to exist. This will all disappear for the end is very near. Thoughts of her family slowly cross her mind..what will they do when they find her lifeless laying on the floor..never to take a breath anymore. She couldn’t put them through that pain so she tucks the razor away and sadly turns to face yet another day.