I pick up the knife and plunge the silver edge into my chest, as naturally as if I were picking up a dropped fork. I felt a gurgling, hard bump and blood oozed under my clothes. But I don't stop. I thrust the knife into myself as hard as I could. The Blade, sliding between the bones, pierces deeply, and when I pull it out, the air escapes, leaving me breathless. My feet are covered in my own blood. And the knife finally shatters the bone and penetrates, to where it shouldn't have reached. I gouge the knife through the thudding, pulsating thing, I can hear the sound of flesh tearing, as it buzzes through the edge of blade. Something that shouldn't break is broken, and with a murky sound escaping from the wound, blood gushes out. Suddenly, Everything is dark.