Two days had passed since Lily's self-harming relapse, and she had continued to cut. The slicing of her skin almost became therapeutic to her despite it being dangerous, if not deadly. She had started slowly becoming numb again, and it was taking a toll on her physical appearance. She had her hair in a curly, frizzy mess along with dark circles under her eyes. The eyes that once held a glimmer of light were now dull and lifeless. Her lips were also chapped and pale. She had a short sleeve t-shirt on, and black mini shorts. You could see her old cuts and fresher cuts in plain view. Then again, she didn't care what people thought.<br/><br/>When she heard the knock at the door, she could only assume it was the man delivering her paintings. She grabbed the money for him and opened the door. She weakly smiled and waved before receiving the paintings. From there, she had given him the correct amount of money, and a little extra this time. She didn't feel the need to have the money so she gave him a few extra bills. She didn't really feel like explaining herself as to why she chose to do this. She would've done the same for anyone else who came to her door.<br/><br/>"I'll try to order some more from you soon," she spoke weakly as she set the paintings down by her feet. She was feeling quite fatigued and weak at the current moment so carrying the pieces of art wasn't possible. She had began trembling, but tried to remain in-tact the best she could manage. With each second that passed, her health was declining. The cutting and blood loss was slowly taking it's toll on her. Then something she didn't anticipate occured: her knees locked, and soon, she hit the floor. Her world was now black.