6

Emily stood in front of the mirror seeing nothing but an empty shell. She looked around thinking of a million ways to kill herself, open her vein with a kitchen knife, hang herself with the curtains, take an over dosage of pain relievers, but she fancied jumping off a cliff with a beautiful view, feeling the air rush through her veins, thinking that you're falling to your way to paradise. Her mind was full of suicidal thoughts, she took a sip of her rum and had planned to write her article. it was intense writing an article about someone you have been fantasising over thinking they love you, but then they rip your heart out. Squeezing her eyes tight shut her hands started tapping on her typewriter like rain on a window. writing made her feel more calm, until she took a glimpse on the paper and she smashed into millions of pieces. The only words, or shall I say names, that was branded with ink on the paper was Alex. She jumped back typing again, but this time it was all gibberish. Her mind flew out of the room, she got up in fright and made it to the toilet to puke. The razor that had been teasing her for a long time stood in front of her face. blood came draining down the slit that she had created. with a tear of sadness she possessed another cut thinking of Alex, another with the thought of "the woman", and another, and another. After she was nearly drained of her blood she held it to her throat going to her way to happiness, until she heard a door creek with Emily's name screamed out. The razor slipped out of her hand and she covered her cuts of sorrow. Her head plucked out of the door eyeing Sarah as she made her way to the sofa putting away Emily's clothes diligently. Sarah called for Emily as she walked from the bathroom. "Hey are you feeling sweet heart?"

"Terrible" Emily had replied in a hoarse tone. In a flash of a second Emily merely could stand as she felt delirious and dead. The room filled with rage when Emily looked up at Sarah, except it did not look like Sarah, it was "Her",

the woman who burned to ash in the ground in her dreams, the one who shone and lived happily ever after in her nightmares. An error had arrived in Emily's head, impossible to control,

"You filthy slut!" Emily threw words like fire at Sarah.

"What?" Sarah had asked in confusion and hurt

"He was my man, not yours! You stole him from me you bitch!" It was like Emily knifed Sarah. "You've got to pay" she said arising from the chair when Sarah stepped back asking if she was all right. Sarah could not understand why in any world or hell Emily would say something so horrid to her, the words that came from Emily's mouth seemed obscene coming from her, a woman with courage, someone who was reliable and never in a lifetime would say the word sin, did anyone know that for sure. tea cups spun in Emily's head, `but barely feeling it from swooning on the bed.