This is Untitled and Currently Unfinished...I guess... I reall don't know what i'm doing with it lol.
'Let me know all the ways to hurt you, to let you suffer at my hands, cry me tears of blood and beg for me to stop this torture. Give me reasons why I shouldn't talk this blade across your throat and end your life where you stand; can you feel that? My hands wrapping around your throat until you are grasping for air, I'll just laugh at your struggling...give me a reason to show mercy....'
Turning away from the mirror she let's her tears fall as she drops to her knees, scream out, and cover her ears but that isn't enough...the voices keep talking, growing louder even as she screams, it's futile to try to block them, to stop them. Given in as she crawls across her room and over to her closet, she digs in and pulls out a shoebox..then she opens it and stares down at the handgun as more tears fall.
'What have you done to deserve any forgiveness...can you tell me? Who have you save, loved, do you even have a heart? You lie, cheat. steal, and torture...and you think you're the one that's suffering...you could end it. Look at how weak you are, laughable at the least...did you really think...no you never think, you just act. Pitiful, selfish, conniving...you're a sick, dying creature...so just die...'