• she feels dead. she's lying on the floor of a cold and empty room. cold and empty just like her. she doesn't feel like herself. she's confused and lost. she's lost. she's broken. nothing makes sense. she can't feel anything anymore, except the the cold...and the emptyness. she's standing on the edge, ready to turn herself in to whatever comes after life. scars on her wrists and water in her eyes. there's no point in jumping, her soul already left her body. she just needs a way to leave this world and fast.