My throat closes and my eyes water.
My legs can't hold my body and my hands tremble.
My mind scatters and the only thing that's clear is how sharp the knife is and how cold it is against my skin.
The darkness overwhelms me as the ruby red line runs down my leg, down my arm, down my stomach.
The silence drowns out the music and puts much more emphasis on how fast and hard my heart pumps blood through my body.
My fingers go numb as the knife falls from my hand and as my limp body falls to the river below.