via Daily Prompt: Crossing

A shaky sigh escapes her lips as her skin separates under the blade, she stares at the blood slowly seeping out enjoying how it’s never how it’s described in those leaflets her mother got her. It never happens quickly and there’s never a mass flow of it. If it happened like that it would ruin the tension, she probably wouldn’t enjoy the sense of relief as much if it happened any quicker. The voices are now a dull roar in her mind as she is focused on the itch of her skin begging her to continue. She does. She doesn’t realise her blood is dispersing into the water, the two mixing more and more with each cut. She doesn’t stop or rather she doesn’t want to stop anymore; she doesn’t want to fall away but she can’t bring herself to fight it anymore. Her conscience is wearing thin now and her eyesight is failing as the dizziness seeps through. She is crossing from her painful life into a blissful sleep that she hopes will never end.