She presses the razor against her skin as the music infiltrates her body. She throws her head back, tears rushing down her face, screaming at the top of her lungs... But, no one seems to hear her. The demons pull her to the ground, tying her down. They push the razor harder against her thighs, telling her to go deeper. One more cut, they say. You'll be back here within the next day, they taunt. Oh, baby girl trust me, we're here to haunt. "MORE!" They scream! Her chest constricts. Her body begins to shake. Blood runs down her thighs. She squeezes her eyes shut, begging for it to be over. "NO MORE! GO AWAY!", she pleads, "JUST LET ME BE!" They laugh in her face, "You want to be free? FREE?!", they chuckle. She tries to stand up, her knees buckle, and she falls back down. The voices penetrating her sight and her sound. Holding her to the ground, they grab the razor from her hand.. Cutting every imperfection. She screams, kicking her feet. Begging for help. The voices grow louder, laughing at her. The razor is back in her hand.. "Kill yourself. Kill yourself. KILL YOURSELF!", they whisper. She covers her ears, not wanting to hear. They press the razor against her wrists. This is it, she thinks. No reason to be, no way to flee. She takes the razor from the demons, pressing it back against her wrist. They clap. Cheering loud. Jumping up and down, encouraging her. "GET ON WITH IT! KILL YOURSELF!", they mock. And she does.