Devin Grayson raised the blade to her neck. He hands were shaking as she held it close to her skin. She took a deep breath and cut. Long strands of black hair fell to the floor around her. Devin knew her hair would grow back and that she could bring it back whenever. But she needed it off. The scars on her arms pulsed with each swipe of the 刀 she took. She kept two long strands of hair to frame her face. She looked in the mirror.
“Perfect,” she muttered.
She unfolded her wings and picked up the blade again. She slashed at the fine white feathers till they bled. Tears fell from her eyes but Devin didn't stop. This new pain she welcomed. It was better than the one she had held onto for weeks now. Her 心 still hurt, but this pain was almost comforting. She pulled the blade away from her now red wings. She looked at the blade in it's bloody glory. Her tears came faster and she scratched at her wrists. The scars were reopened and they pulsed. Devin stopped and looked at herself. I'm stupid. None of this will fix me. If I wasn't already dead I'd kill myself! Devin let out a harsh breath. None of this is my fault. It's his!
Devin stood and faced her mirror. She waved her hand and an image appeared. In it, Fang was protecting her, a sword in his hands. Devin looked the way she did now, but her wings weren't bleeding. Now Devin stared at it with anger. She gripped the sword in her hand, throwing it into the mirror. The image faded away and glass shattered. Devin fell to her knees, tears of anger draining out of her. She blared the 音乐 she had been listening to and felt an almost eccentric peace fall over her.
“This was not my fault! None of this is!”
Devin took out a gun and started shooting 随意 things. She brought the gun to her head and fired. Nothing. Damn! All out of bullets!! Devin chucked the weapon out her window and looked for her dagger. She threw that out too. She placed her hands on her wounds and healed them. Only the scars revealed any damage she had done. Devin stood once 更多 and this time went to the fridge in her room. She pulled out a black goblet with dark purple jewels inserted. She drank the cup dry and poured some 更多 of the dark red liquid. She drank it again, placing the cup back inside. She wiped her mouth and returned to her place 由 the mirror.
“Even the blood of 迷失 souls couldn't help. This must end.”
Devin waved her hand and another image rose inside the now glassless mirror. This time, it was just of Fang. Devin put her hand on the image and moved it down. Blood from her fingers streaked the image. Her eyes became a red that they had never been. You must now die!