One Hundred Word Story 2

After re-reading my piece to enter into the competition, I decided that I didn't want to use that idea, and so I have written another one. The original version of it that I created was longer with more description, but went much too far over the word limit. After a lot of cutting down and re-wording,  I finally got it to exactly 100 words:

She stands alone, staring at me through the glass. A shapeless dress hangs to her scrawny knees. Her right hand is by her side, her left behind her back. Sadness shines in her eyes as she slowly exposes it. Her bony fingers clutch a long knife.

In one gradual movement, she draws it across her throat, blood smearing the blade as it seeps from the wound.

Feeling a sharp sting at my own throat, I touch it. Thick, dark liquid stains my hand. My knees buckle and I crash forwards into the glass dividing us.

The mirror shatters around me.