She swallowed burning Coals
Suicide could be more artistic, Brutus’ wife choose coals, Cleopatra snakes, Evelyn Mchale jump out a roof.
Melanie’s suicide felt more life sacrifice. Her life for another. This was not martyrdom, since she was forced to do this. She was trying to save her own life by saving other, and with cruel irony this might be her death. The man at least was human, dried blood and mud hiding his face. In making time for another to run, she got caught in this man viciousness to save his Master, fist knocking her down. More hits, her face mostly blood,bruises and her wavering vision.
Her would-be killer snarled something about her wasting away, and she smiled with red blood lips, muttering “Not so pretty now.” He made a inhuman sound, wiping out a knife, her dulled senses reacting in time to try and keep the blade away from her.