Failed attempt

As my father is laying on his death bed right now, I'm making my first and last decision in my life. I'm a trained assassin since birth, and also a dissappointment since birth. My father wanted a son instead of a daughter, it's because to him, boys are much more capable of this kind of work than girls. Girls are meant to grow up to be housewives and not do dangerous work. And it's not like he could try again for a son, because my mom died giving birth to me. My father loved my mom very much, so he wouldn't be able to marry another woman. My mom is also the one to give me my name. "Persephone", the name of a Greek Goddess of spring and nature, my mom loved nature.
My father never gave me much attention, except for when i had a job or made even the simplest mistake. I grew to be co-dependant on him, because I wanted him to give me his approval, that I'm someone to be proud of and pay attention to. So that's why every decision was made by him and now that he is gone, I have to fend for myself, but i dont know how. So thats why my descision is to commit suicide. Nobody will even be searching for my body. The only one that has ever seen my face is my father. Not even the government knows of me.
I never really had any sympathy for my victims, seeing that my father always told me not to look at my victims in the eye so i wouldn't grow any sympathy for them and could continue to do my job like normal. I feel bad for not feeling any sympathy for them, and the only way I could make it up to them is to kill myself and rot in hell. Which I'm about to do.
I walk into the bathroom with only one purpose in mind. I pick up the razor blade and step in the bathtub. I lay down a without hesitation I press the razor blade into my skin and make a big cut. I close my eyes and the blade falls out of my hands and touch the bottom of the bathtub. I bleed out and my breathing gets heavy and my heart is beating fast, while I'm starting to pass out I feel a soft breeze on my skin. I forgot to turn off the airconditioning, but it doesn't matter anymore, I think to myself. It will all end soon.

Suddenly I hear a faint voice, but that shouldn't be possible. I'm supposed to be dead. Someone saved me but that shouldn't be possible. Maybe it was one of my father's friends. My eyes feel heavy, but I want to know who it was that saved me. I begin to open my eyes and I see a girl with dark red hair that has two little pigtails on the side of her head and amber eyes dressed like some punk. She's talking quietly on the phone, as if she's trying not to disturb my sleep. She is sitting in a chair. I look closer to where I'm laying. I'm lying on a hospital bed. I've been in a hospital before, but I wasn't the one hurt. The girl sees I'm awake and quickly hangs up the phone and walks out of the room. I think she's trying to call for a nurse.