This one’s for Half-BloodGrlPirate for being IP’s 100th reviewer. Not what I usually write and terribly short. Thanks Kasee Lara for editing.

Roulette

Why are you crying, if you never really cared in the first place? You’re a hypocrite and you know it… and I bet that’s why you’re crying. You don’t care that I’m lying here; feeling drained and just... You just don’t care.

Look, there’s another hypocrite… She looks confused, as if she doesn’t know that she’s one of the reasons why I did this. The tears running down her face only make me sicker. She chose a good time to look at me… she’s never looked at me before, so why now… well, she needs to play the part for all the people around her, of course.What would they think if she didn’t cry after her only son had tried to commit suicide?

You’re holding my hand… you can’t do that. Let go of me. You’ve never really looked at me either. If you had you would have known that this was going to happen. If you’d listened, you’d have been there to prevent it. I actually waited for you to come…

Stop crying… you look ugly when you cry. You need to look good in front of people, that’s what you do after all… the only thing you do. Maybe you wouldn’t be crying if you would’ve looked at me instead of the mirrors you’re always finding.

Let go of me.

Why didn’t you let me? I’m not happy here. You don’t make me happy anymore. No one does. So what’s the point?

I nearly died and all I see is a room full of people who I don’t even know… and two I really should… but don’t anymore.

One is sitting at the far corner of the room, still crying and asking herself questions only I can answer.

The other one won’t let go of me.

Let go of me.

He’s now kneeling on the floor and his wet face is pressed against my limp hand. I wish I had the strength to pull it out of his hold. Why are you crying? You don’t even care…

It’s gonna be easier for everyone when I’m gone. There is no reason to cry… especially over me. Let go of me. I don’t want you to touch me anymore. I don’t want anyone touching me anymore. Your head is heavy and you just won’t stop.

You keep calling my name… I don’t remember the last time I heard you say my name. My hand hurts. Stop it. Don’t touch me. Don’t kiss me. Don’t talk to me. Don’t look at me.

What’s so hard? Just let go. Go away. I don’t feel like opening my eyes anymore. Just…

Let me go.