Gwen
Gwen slid the knife across her skin, almost wincing in the pain. She took a few deep breaths, revelling in the new calmness within her. She watched as her skin broke before her eyes and the blood spilled out, and dripped down onto the floor, dotting the tiles with bright red drops. She shakily cut into her other arm, smiling a secretive smile as the blood sparked with electricity. She sang quietly to herself.
"Save me from the nothing I've become..."
Memories of her time with Mordred were racing through her head, a million miles per second, and she was struggling to forget. The way he used to look at her, the way he said her name, when he told her he loved her...
"ALL LIES!" Gwen screamed.
She picked the knife up again and fell to the floor, sobbing, aching for a second of release, needing to feel anything but what she was feeling in her heart.
The blade of the knife glinted everytime she would raise it again and slash deeply into her arm.
But she couldn't die.
And it wasn't fair.