Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-33528506-20180420181937/@comment-33863482-20180420224741

She picks up a small pocket knife from her junk drawer. It was hard to find as it was littered with junk. Actually, her intire house was littered with junk. She never bothered to clean any of it up. She examined the knife. ''This’ll do fine. It doesn’t matter how I do it, it’s not like anyone will find me anyways''. She points the knife to her chest and presses it so it’s touching the skin. She moves it out and away from her chest and...