She said she knew she wanted to do it, but now two days later, wearing a sad blue band aid she laughs as she tells me the story. She thought about how to go about it for hours. She said she wanted a pretty way to die, so instead of crawling in the bath tub naked, she put on her favorite party dress and hung hers arms in the tub.
She looked for her tool for an hour and laid out every sharp object her apartment had to offer on the bath room floor. After at least three attempts with each and several loudly declared ouches she had the saddest attempt at a scratch anyone has ever seen. She pulls the band aid away now to show me. It is true... I wonder if it even needs the band aid.
She then went down stairs where he was asleep on the couch and sits by him. She shifts about a bit to jostle him awake. With mock reluctance she shows him what she has done. She holds her breath and waits for him to panic, for the declarations of love and concern to pour from him. He opens one eye glances at it and with sleepy indifference, then asks "What did you use?" She goes through the entire list of things, her heart sinking, already realizing this is not having the desired effect. He yawns as he says "None of those are sharp enough" then rolls back over.