Diary of death

His voice rang out into the darkness
Knees to her chest, fighting tears,  she hid her head
She couldn't face him not now
Not again
She listened to his retreating footsteps and the distant creak of the door on its rusted hinges
Standing up she dusted herself and started hunting
Searching for any reading material to stop her limbs from tingling
Reaching into the forgotten chest in this forgotten cabin
Her hands wrapped around an old faded diary
Dusting it she settled down to read
Flipping the pages it was blank
Feeling the fear rise again she began to panic
The wind picked up and the house shuddered
Bringing out her lighter to make a warm fire
She tore out a few pages of the empty book and raised them to the flickering flame
Suddenly like magic the words began to appear
Startled the lighter dropped, raising the pages written in artistically crafted penmanship, was a suicide note
Her suicide note
Taking the lighter to the pages she realised with an uneasy feeling in her gut that they were all  different ways to kill herself
Dropping the book she stood up body shaking hands running up and down her scars
Hearing his voice in the distance shouting her name her heart raced
He was angry she could tell
She didn't want to hurt not again
His footsteps were getting closer
Looking down to the open page on the old book
She knew what she had to do
And  in a mix of fire and smoke she didn't have to hurt anymore
Like the words in the book she was gone