Slowly, very slowly

Slowly, very slowly, she walked down the street.
Slowly, very slowly, she put the key in the door.
Slowly, very slowly, she closed the door and went up the stairs.
She was alone, finally.
Finally he wasn't there.
She still felt him, felt his presence as if he were there.
Slowly, very slowly, she opened her door.
Slowly, very slowly, she sat down on her bed.
Slowly, very slowly, she opened the desk drawer.
She remembered a certain day, the day when her suffering began.

"Mom, can I talk to you?" She asked. "But of course, what's going on?" Asked her mother, worried. “I'm scared, mom. Whenever you're gone, your friend will come. ”She whispered. The mother froze. Then she got up and slapped her daughter. “Shut up, I don't want to hear that. I don't need you. ”Said the mother.

Slowly, very slowly, she took the knife out of the drawer.
Slowly, very slowly, she put the knife on her arm.
Slowly, very slowly, she let the knife slide over her skin.
She felt the pain.
Pain is release, she thought.
Salvation at last.
Slowly, very slowly, the blood ran from her arm.
Slowly, very slowly, she saw the last happy pictures.
Slowly, very slowly, she became dizzy, she saw black before her eyes.
Redemption, finally.
She didn't hear anything anymore.
She didn't feel anything anymore.
Slowly, very slowly, awareness slipped away from her.
Slowly, very slowly, she moved her lips for the last time.
Slowly, very slowly, it disappears into nothing.
She is dead.
But she had died a long time ago.
It was the last step.