Her face stained with tears. Her eyes were swollen. She needed courage, a lot of it. She wanted to end it all, her life. With that, all her worries will end. She wanted to be free from all the pain she was enduring; she could not take it anymore. She picked a knife and put it on her wrist. She looked at the life she had and about to end. What people stand laughing at me? She thought. What would they call me by name, loser? Her hands stopped.
This life is all she had and will never have it again once gone. She could fix her problems but could never her lost life. She could start over.
She vowed to fight. She vowed not to give up. She was blessed to have a life and one life is enough. She makes life her purpose to live.