SyntheticChapter 25
The girl waited a full hour after the door clicked shut. Just in case. She wasn't afraid. Surely not. The razor was in the bathroom drawer, the tiny piece easily removed from its machine. The edge glinted evilly in the light- dangerously sharp. The girl ran water over it, as hot as she could make it. Steam fogged the mirror, hiding her pale face. I can do this, she thought. She was half-tempted to test the blade, just to see how much it would hurt- but that would be silly. Knowing how...