Her hand moved towards the broken pieces of glass.
You'll let him win! Her inner voice screamed. He will win. You'll let the very monster who drove you to this state, win. You will let him succeed. You'll finally prove that he broke you.
It doesn't matter. Her hopeless mind retorted. Let him win. If he says that he loves me, then my death would certainly cause him pain. And that thought pleased her immensely as she proceeded.
She gripped the shard to her wrist once again.
All of a sudden, she felt cold waves of shock run down her spine. Her movements halted. Her breath hitched and she felt her lungs constrict, as if the air in her chest wouldn't move in or out, causing her loss of breath. The shard fell from her hand and her fingers gripped the edges of the ceramic vanity as she tried to gasp for air.
What was going on all of a sudden.
She felt her flesh crawl. As if on high sympathetic stimulation, her body was in high alert but it remained frozen in place.