Forefinger vertical to silver knife, tight grip. Bracing herself, biting her lip with a new intensity, scrunching her delicate face up. There, she sliced her right ankle, groaning in depressing approval. She took three deep breaths, then switched hands with the knife. Repeating the brace and cut through all the veins on her left ankle. She belted a high pitch whimper as the blood ran. And she sank further into the tub, so ashamed. Her tears seemed hotter than the water pelting off her skin, was that possible ? Her once perfectly tan body was as red as the blood puddling at her feet. And she was so disappointed in herself, she couldn't stop. She cut what she could and brutally hit what she couldn't. By the time she was done, she was covered in bruises and open wounds. She gazed at what she had done. What caused this ? She was sickly impressed at her ability to destroy what was so beautiful in less than an hour. Now her body had turned to prunes and she allowed the knife to slip through her fingers, this was enough sabotaging for one day. Then, she realized she was dying, it was finally over ....forever. She found herself as beautiful and confident and the truly amazing person she was. That estranged euphoria saved her a place in Heaven regardless of her sin. She felt at ease and shown a genuine smile.