Death's Tour

The concert had gone great, and I went to the backstage bathroom to wash off my makeup. It was wide, but still cramped. I opened the door without worry. But as I walked in, I saw a hazy figure sitting on the counter by the sink. As I paused, it looked at me and seemed to solidify a bit.
It seemed to be a teenage girl. Her hair what white and draped over one eye. She wore a long, black dress with a corset tied with red string and a spiked collar that hugged her extremely thin body. Her pupils were tiny and surrounded by red iris. She might have been pretty but for the skeleton that was visible from underneath her skin.
"Hello. Gerard is it? Care for a glimpse into your future?" She asked, and started laughing insanely. The room became even colder than it was. The lights flickered, then went out. However, there was some ghostly light still in the room. Crap, I thought. That can't be good. No way, I retorted back to myself. There's a freaking ghost sitting right here.
The phantom raised her arm and a scene flickered into sight. Someone hung by a rope down from the ceiling. A drop of something black dripped from its mouth. I dreaded to look closer, but as the scene came into focus, I couldn't help but see my own face, aged, bloated and blue. My body hung limp, bullet wounds in several places, rimmed with black.
Black. Not dark red like blood even, but a dark black, not even reflecting any light. A death liquid.
I stumbled backwards. I saw my own arms, veins filling with the liquid. Black, sickly, impenetrable black. I scrambled the cupboards and started opening them all until i found the razors. I cut my wrist and watched the black liquid seep out, not even noticing the pain. I closed my eyes and lay back, relieved that the last drops of the blackness were leaving me. Maybe meaning that I could avoid my fate for a while longer.
When I opened my eyes again, the lights were back on. There was no phantom, no ghostly scene. I looked down at my wrists. There was a huge gash, rimmed dark red. There was no black liquid, just splatters of blood.
It was all an illusion.
I was a fool.

Notes

Ah, I do love a bit of death in a horror story, no?