Kiss of death

• Kaylah Rose, Grade 11
• Short Story
• 2004

she collapses in the darkness of her room..its seeming more like a dungeon these days..the sunlight seeps through the cracks in the seiling,allowing her to see the glistening of the silver blade,that once hid under her bed...the knive was ice cold..her reflection stares her in the face..hateing herself more and more each secound..the sting of the blade allows her to breath for a few secounds...like a punch in the face reality returns..but soon to be lost forever..the thick ruby red blood hits the floor..spalttering against the walls..her misery slowly fading away..
He sits at his computer, slowly scrolling down the page only to find the naked figures staring him in the face..suddenly his heart stops beating..his face goes purple..unable to breath..her hand is holding his tight..her face flashes before his eyes..tears streaming down his face...his body is left like a rag doll..lifeless and limp in the computer chair..
..she allways hoped they'd die holding hands..