Suicide
an excerpt

Surprised, he immediately let go when he saw the blood pouring from her head. When he bent her forward he had inadvertently caused her head to hit the faucet of the sink. There was so much blood. Her hand immediately went to the spot of her injury, blood quickly covering them so at first he couldn’t see the extent of the damage. She was dazed, trying to move she stumbled around the bathroom, her half naked body now covered in her own blood.
He backed out of the bathroom and into her bedroom, not wanting to get any of the blood on himself. At first he didn’t know what to do. Should he call the police? If she told them he was being forceful he would go to jail for attempted rape. Could he try to play it off like she did it herself while getting sick? He didn’t think that would work. As he stood there watching her he realized he was aroused by the sight of her. He watched as she fell towards the floor and hit the back of her head on the side of the white tub on the back wall of her bathroom. In an attempt to stand she moved her hands to the floor, revealing to him just how badly she was wounded. The skin above her eye on the right side of her skull torn apart; the bone was exposed and broken. Blood squirted from the wound at an alarming rate. He couldn’t move, watching her dying had excited him and he did not want to miss any of it.
“Help…me” she whimpered as she gasped for breath. She was lying on her side in a pool of her own blood now, having collapsed to the floor. Her half naked body was becoming more lifeless with each passing breath. Her lips moved but the sounds that escaped were indistinguishable and she finally succumbed to the blood loss and layed there unconscious.
As the last breath of life left her body, he sat on his knees as close to her as he dared without risking contact with her blood and whispered, “Thank you. That was wonderful.”