"I can't do this anymore. I do not love you. I cannot say another lie!" Each word stabbed through her weak heart. "I never did and never will! Why must you make me feel so guilty? Make me love you?" He accused, his eyes glaring hatred at the girl. Her hands cradled her chest, the dim light shining onto her thick hair. "Don't answer, I do not want to hear that annoying voice of yours!" He shouted, his voice bouncing off the walls. He turned and walked away, dragging the girls heart with him. She sat there, her head bent low, tears tracking down her cheeks. Her pale hands still cradled her chest as she rode through the heartbreaking pain. At last, she let it escape. Loud, animal like noises escaped from her small mouth. Howling out her pain at last. The room seemed to darken as her hand clasped around the sharp razor in her pocket. "I must do this. For if he doesn't love me, I shall not live." Her trembling voice was barley audible, yet the room was quiet. Her soft pain filled eyes never left the razor as she began the slow slice down her arm. Soon, the anger in her rose and she screamed as she dug the razor deeper into the skin. "I do not make one to love me! You love me for who I am! How could you?" Her screams raged, the sound echoing. Soon the man who had just dragged her broken heart, came busting into the doors. His face full of shock as he watched her cut tendons. "Laura..." His voice was cracked with emotion, his trembling hand covered his mouth. Laura jerked her head up, her eyes wild with rage. The moment their eyes met, she cut three veins in her small arm. "Never forget." She whispered weakly, her life squirting on to the white floor.