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Yay! I finally got my story home!...now i'll most likely start writting more to it!...wee!...i fucking hate life...
I wouldn’t mind a peaceful serenity at all. Fuck the world I say, kill yourself and end it all. “The way we were…” She whispered as she slit a small cut onto her wrist. Don’t stop, more, I tell her, more! “The good old days…” She lightly sobs as she cuts again. Why stop there? Why ever stop? Push it to its limit and keep pushing! I egg her on more, I want to see her feel so hurt and be in so much pain that everything seems so right. I want to take her to that place, dangle her over the edge, then pull her back just in time to keep her in tact, but fuck her up enough that she is someone else. Her cries become so mechanical, one sob the same as the last. Bleed, I command her, bleed! “No!” She screams out, and drops the blade. “No more! I don’t want to hurt any more!” She screams and cries as if someone was suppose to comfort her now. “Get out of my head! Out of y thoughts! You don’t control me!” Silence from me for a moment; she breathes deep, in and out. I’m only here to help, I am the only thing left that you have in the world, when all else has abandoned you, who is still here with you? “But you give me nothing but pain. Look at me,” she holds out her bloody wrists. The scars from the times before still etch out her pain all over her arms. “If that is the way it is, then I’d rather be totally alone.” Her voice is stronger now, and her tears have stopped. LIES! I scream out, nothing but LIES! I must break her before she becomes too strong and fazes me out totally. You think you’d rather be alone? You’d be dead if you were alone. I am the only thing that has kept you going so far. You are weak! Just look at your arms! Look at your legs, your stomach, your face! Look at yourself! You are a mess, and you are even less without me. You think this is pain? Imagine life with out me, the silence, the dark; you’d go mad! “No! You keep me in the dark! You keep me alone! And you make me do all these things to myself! I wouldn’t have these scars had you never came.” It was true, but that was the point of this game. The point was to find a perfect person, leading a successful life, fuck them over so bad, and push them so far to the edge, that finally they take their own lives. Then, that’s where the real fun began. For, that is when they are stuck in hell for eternity with me. I become their lord, their savior. Not that I would ever save anyone, but I could make all the pain go away and they know it.
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