People say that the distance between the angel and the devil is often just a thin line but who can know how much pain and struggle between this line intermingled with blood bright and almost dazzling the girl stared stupidly at the wound on her left wrist watching those steaming blood from the wound can t wait to gush the sharp knife with her blood in the hand fell slowly to the ground making a clang sound but she still did not have any reaction there was despair and calm in her little white face that could not be concealed and her once smiling eyes were now only ashes her eyes were still fixed on the blood flowing from her body watching it slowly spread on the floor but she was still not a bit alarmed the flow let s go let her life come to an end at this moment if she can for she knows that perhaps only death can truly free her now.