At The End Of The Tunnel

by, Cassandra

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There's so much blood. It's amazing, really. How could so much blood come from one little cut? It's one of those questions that have always nagged at me. Just like "I wonder what would happen if I pressed just a little harder?" I guess I found that out, didn't I? Damn voices.

The questions they ask... man, if a shrink could hear half the stuff that went on in this head, they'd commit me for sure. They're getting out of control though. The questions used to be innocent things, but lately... well just read the first paragraph.

This would be comical if I wasn't losing so much blood. Actually it must be funny, because I hear someone laughing... oh wait, that's just me. I must really be losing it.

It's okay to laugh, I'd rather be laughed at than with... that's not even right, is it? Oh well, it's usually how it goes anyway. The voices have been oddly quiet for awhile. They're probably in shock. They didn't expect me to actually do it, did they? Even the voices in my head thing I'm a coward. Guess I showed them.

Though people are going to freak when they find me. My family especially. How the hell am I going to explain this one, huh? "The voices in my head told me to." Right, if I told them that I'd never see the sun again.

I don't know, but I think I kind of like this. At first it was painful, but now everything is going numb. I don't want to die, but I don't want to move and lose this feeling. I doubt I could even get to the phone anyways... speaking of which, isn't it ringing? Oh well...

I hate answering the phone. Or talking on it. Don't ask me why, just a pet-peeve of mine. I hope it's nothing important, otherwise someone's going to get pissed at me. But, hey, at least I have an excuse this time, other than being lazy.

It's amazing the things that go through the mind when you're dying. Everyone says your life flashes before your eyes, but it doesn't. Death is the same as life, it is what it is. It can be painful, or it can be pretty peaceful. This here...

Weird, I have a craving for some ice cream right now. Kind of strange to be craving anything when you're bleeding out on the floor, but ice cream...? Come on, how much weirder can this get?

That's life I guess... or death depending on how you look at it. It's just plain weird. Huh, now the voices come back. Guess they're going to refuse to let me die in peace. And now they're slamming doors. God that's annoying... wait, since when do I have doors in my brain? Oh, footsteps. That's great.

God, would everyone stop screaming, please!?! I have a killer headache. Killer, huh? That's weird. The only killer in this house is me, and the voices. Finally, they stopped yelling. I wonder who 'they' are anyways. I didn't let anyone in.

I hate it when people lean over you when you're half asleep. They look like some... weird looking ghosts. And since when do ghosts pry open the eye lids? Now that's just an annoying way to wake someone up. Oh, hell, turn off the light please... its Saturday.

Hey, there's a light inside my eyes. Don't they say to stay away from the light? I never got that... it's kind of pretty... the light at the end of the tunnel. That means you're about to pass out right?

Opps.