Precisely, punctually planned.

The clock struck six.

She took a last glance into the mirror - the dress she had worn for last year's school year still fit her, she had by some miracle managed to squeeze herself into the too small shoes. Her hair had been done up in a messy bunny, with two red strands falling forward. She had even trimmed her fringe for the occasion.

Her lips had been painted red, her eye lids had been adorned with two thin lines of black and she had put on her contacts as well.

She smiled.

Everything was going as planned.

It was simple - she had told him she would bail, she wanted to go the ball. She apologized profusely and told him she would meet him on his real birthday, just to congratulate him and pass over the gift. Everyone had been notified she'd been going - except she would arrive later, since she used her father as a chauffeur.

"I'll be going then!" She called out to her parents. Yes, her parents had got the reverse story - she would go with her friends, since it would be more fun this way.

"Have fun!" sounded two voices, one high and the other low, from the other room as she put on her black coat. She adjusted her bag once, checking whether all she needed was there. Then, without wasting time any further, she left the house.

The bus was three minutes late, something she appreciated. The later she arrived, the better. Her planning hadn't been that precise.

The bus ride itself lasted twenty minutes, meaning that by the time she arrived at her destination, it was remarkably darker than before.

She walked in the small silent neighborhood, admiring the peace. Yes, this was the right decision, she thought to herself, smiling slightly.

The bus stop wasn't really that far from her final destination, half a minute of a walk. Upon reaching the two story house, two rather active dogs loudly barked to announce her arrival. She smiled at them from behind the fence which separated her from them.

"It's nice to see you too. I'm sorry I lied last time." She said to the two. Her expression became thoughtful. "Although when thinking about it, I didn't know I would end up here today.Not that far back."

She hung her bag on the gate, taking out a few things. First, a dark square, which she laid gently on the ground. Secondly, her phone. She messed with it a little and then the familiar waltz sounded softly into the evening air. She did three steps before setting it down on the dark square.

Next, she pulled out an envelope. The name and school were written down, so it would surely find its owner once she was finished. She hadn't sealed it yet, so she opened it up and reread its contents. She felt slightly bad about writing this single letter, not even to someone, who was most dear to her, but she had found it easier to do it like this - in her twisted, half-joking way, this letter was supposed to cheer people up.

She hoped her puns would do the job.

At last, she pulled out the shining blade. She ran her fingers over it gently, making sure not to cut herself. It wouldn't do to have her picture ruined by some cuts on the finger tips. She took a  deep breath.

It was time.

She considered the option, whether he would find her first thing in the morning, but figured it would be too lucky, if it really happened. She sincerely hoped that he would able to get a glimpse of her though.

Well in the end, it wouldn't matter to her anymore.

The waltz in her phone ended, and started from the beginning. She really hadn't bothered to calculate her bloodloss, so she had made sure that the song played on and on, by mixing a ten hour version of it. Now she needn't worry about it.

She sat down on the square, muffling the phone slightly and spreading her skirt part out so the dark square wouldn't be seen. She supported her back with the fence, where immediately two curious noses sniffed at her back. She could have mentally slapped herself for not applying any perfume, but well, it was too late anyways.

She took out her gloves, which she had been keeping in her coat pockets and gripped the knife harder.

She closed her eyes as she slid the knife across her left arm, right up until the elbow. With slow movements in order to avoid pain, she put on the left glove.

The right arm's line wasn't as straight as the left arms, but she quickly covered it with the other glove.

Now all she had to do, was wait. Wait for the numbness take over the pain, the slowing activity of the brain and the sleepiness.

She closed her eyes, listened to her hearts slowing beats as the blood poured out and smiled.