Quiet. Oddly. Nothing.
Days spent in bed, blinds down, sunshine not daring to seep into the black hidden room of Abigail's apartment. Her eyes red and puffy and her tear stained cheeks slid across the pillow. Rolling over, her eyes burned at the clock; for time to stop but that would never happen. She got up and crossed the room and into the darkens bathroom, filled with various bottle of liquor she had brought in days before hand. Her feet swayed skillfully landing where she wouldn't fall. She stared at her reflection. The once porcelain doll now shattered into pieces, her eyes had no desire to fill with light as the day dawned on. Yet she got up. It had been a month without her daughter. A month of hell. A month of pure disgust. She crawled onto the counter and laid her head against the edge of the sink, slowly turning the faucet. The water slipped threw her fingers and splashed into the bowl while circling into a dark pit; the drain. Her eyes darted to the other side of the sink and saw a razor. Her hand snatched and held it so she could admire it's beauty. drops of water ran from her eyes as she shifted to where her arm rested in the sink, slowly she hooked the drain plug and let the bowl will with chilly water. Sinking her arm in she took hold of the razor tightly and shoved the razor in and slashing it across her arm in hatred of herself. She continued up her arm and across her shoulders, following the other arm, she took the razor and shifted slightly so her face was across the sink and cut along the corners of her mouth, the blood dripped into the sink. The blood pooled the water and made it as if it was originally blood. She looked down at the gashes, breathing heavy. Slowly she shrank down and just laid there as the blood spilled.
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Eli Hunt rang the door bell numerous of times. Her was one of Abigail's most loyal customer, but also her best friend. His heart strings were torn from him when he witnessed the most strongest person in his life, the one he knew never flinched away from anything, broke down and cried on the floor of an ER room. He knew she was a wreck but need to see her, need to make sure she was alright. His patience was waring thin and he took it upon himself to see her. He grunted and stepped back two feet and then rammed the door open, stumbling in. It was dark, usually the curtains were drawn, the fire place was lit with smoldering cedar and the air would smell of fresh honeysuckles but walking into here made you feel upset, lonely and depressed. He made his was down a hallway to find her bedroom door locked, once again preparing him to ram it. After he did, he had fall into a room he didn't recognize, it was hers but it didn't seem right. It was dark and the only light was peered threw the slightly ajar door. He rushed towards it only to her laying there, in a pool of blood. He pushed her onto her back and took her shoulders, hearing her barely breathing. He fumbled around and took a towel from the floor and wrapped it around her arms and then taking another one and pressing against her mouth and brought her up into his arms. He dashed out and slammed his foot across the way onto the door. A young red head opened the door and gasped as she ushered them in and called the ambulance.
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One beat. Two beat. Nothing. Again.
As her eyes silently fluttered open and squinted a bit. Her arms were heavily stitched and her mouth felt tight and hard to open. Her breathe caught her as her eyes darted across from her was someone slumped over in a chair. Eli. His head sprang up and locked onto her face with no expression. He stood and stormed to her bed side, pressing his hand onto the side of her head, tilting it. He lowered his head and pressed his forehead against hers. He breathed heavy while he stared into her now tear stricken eyes. He put his mouth to her forehead and kissed her gently and whispered into her ear, "Don't you ever try to leave me again.....I wouldn't be able to live."