Bloody Snow Angel

Heavy breaths and short chuckles escaped the lips of the crazed teen. She held up the silver blade that hung at the end of a rusted necklace. With a swift cut of the blade, the girl slit across the burning skin of her arm. Heat radiated throughout her body, a smile danced across her blood stained lips. The teen dropped the knife and it rested gently against her chest. She licked her lips as a finger traced the new wound, a stinging sensation giving such pleasure.
Removing her blood drenched finger from her arm, the teen moved to her white bedroom wall. Using care, she drew on the wall with her blood. First, a small figure of a child. Wings extended from her back like a snow angel in the middle of January. The girl got more blood and now drew a circle around the tainted angel. She drew a sharp breath as she stepped back to admire her work.
A murderous snow angel.
The crazy teenage girl let out a loud laugh as she fell back onto the stone floor. Blood drawings covered all the other wall but this wall was special. Only one drawing. The truth. Again, she raised the blade. Again, she cut across her skin. This time though, she cut up her right wrist. As she laid there, bleeding to death, she smiled for death was sweeter than the pain of living.