Finally I found a razor. I slipped it off of the plastic handle and looked at it. This was like a diamond to a rich girl. I put the toilet cover down and sat down. My hands were shaking with excitement. I hadn’t done it for so long, would I still feel the way I used to? I looked down for Izzy. She was still playing with the rug.
I picked up the razor again and looked at it. I placed my wrist on the cool porcelain of the sink. My hands started to sweat and the razor fell out of my hand. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath and picked it up again. A little voice in my head assured me I could do this.
I regripped the small razor in my hand. I placed it on my wrist carefully. Then Izzy barked. My heart started pounding. Had she heard Graham coming or something?