And then...

All you hear is the ticking of the clock

on the wall in the stillness of the silence

that is echoing in the room.

No one is in.

She is alone.

Desperate and in dispair

upset and holding the kitchen knife

in her hand.

Against her wrist of her other hand.

Contemplating slicing herself.

Her brain does not comprehend it's hers fully.

All she hears and sees is the voices and shouting

and images. Playing inside her mind's eyes.

And then....