The Darkness
It was in the darkness of a cold night that Elle had stood in her blue colored bathroom, with the shower running. Dressed in a long white night gown and her favorite pink socks, she looked at her reflection in the mirror in front of her blue eyes were bright and dilated, face pale and her long brown hair had been tied up into a pony tail. Tears streaming down her face as she held a silver dagger in her hand, the same dagger that had been in her family for over centuries passed down from generation to generation from father to son ,given to her father on his 40th birthday by her grandfather. It had held so many stories that he would tell her when she was little about their family legends and ancestors and tonight it was going to hold hers.
With a swift movement across her neck she had done it, blood poured from her neck. The silver dagger fell to her feet with a clank, she grasped her neck as the blood spilled drenching the white tiles. And within a split second she fell to the ground and breathed her last breath and the only sound came from the running water in the shower and the darkness of the night. The darkness that would stay in the brown household even when the sun would rise in the new dawn.
The only question on peoples mind would be why did the pretty quiet girl next door kill herself? Was it really murder?
