She walked into the room, opening all the cupboards. She found a cupboard with all sorts of knives arranged neatly.
She traced her hand over them, accidentally cutting her finger against one. She knew it was extremely sharp, the edge of the knife glistening and looking so brand new.
She picked one up, the medium sized one and stared at it, she closed the cupboard and went over to the bed sitting on it.
She sent out a message to her mom,
I love you mom. I guess we’ll be meeting on the other side.
She hit the send button immediately, then she looked over at Harry’s name,
“Silly me, how can he see a message when he’s out flying,” she said to herself switching her phone off.
“It is what it is.” She said to herself as if the words were comforting. Her heart was pounding so fast, h
