– Can I die? – young girl asked quietly.
She looked down on her thin arm. Through the pale skin she could see blue veins. Seemed that they were so close; seemed that if she would cut just a little bit, she would reach them; and then all her pain and fears would float away, within warm, red river. Her gaze slid up.
– Can I die? – she asked again, but this time louder, with eyes full of determination. Her interlocutor remained silence. Then he sighed.
– Yes, silly girl, you can die… but there is more to life, than just pain and fears. However, life is full of pain and disappointments. You should know, that if you will run away from your pain, you might rest in peace, but everyone else who is close to you won’t. Paint never goes away, little girl. You can escape it, but you can’t kill it. By your escape, you will share you pain with everyone who cares about you. That is the curse of the pain, that is unfairness of the life. Are you ready to do this to your friends and family? – he asked. A shiny blade showed up in his palm. He reached out to the girl with this blade…and tears slid down her pale cheeks. She looked at the blade and cried. This cry was full mortification and she couldn’t keep quiet. She howled and closed her eyes with small palms. This was so unfair! She had to live, she had to suffer, because pain never can be killed…