"Amelia, Amelia" she called out, walking sluggishly to where she sat. Amelia folded herself in a corner of her room, holding her wrist, hoping to bleed to death.
Izzy turned to the painting by her right, it was a painting of Amelia lying helplessly on the floor in a pool of blood. Below the painting was written, 'Rest in pieces, imposter' No! You're not an imposter, who told you that?!" Izzy screamed out. She covered her mouth at the sight of the amount of blood in the room, "Amelia!"
"Google said I can die by cutting my wrist, dunno if I cut it correctly" she chuckled, "Nevertheless, I'll bleed to death. Pack up my blood, you can donate it for charity service even in my death, I should be useful don't you think?"
Izzy could not help but slapped her as the tears swivelled down her chee
