I feel lost… and… alone. I feel like I'm all alone. No one is with me. No one is here. It's just me… and darkness. I… don't like this. I don't like this at all. I have so many people who love me—who care, but… there's an emptiness in my gut, a clenching in my fists. Shivers, cold ones, run through me like electric shocks wracking my body. Needle like goose bumps pierce me like a million flesh wounds, tiny yet unbearable. I don't like this. I don't want this. I don't…


"AAAAHHHHHHH!"

"Hush now, child. It'll all be over soon."

"AAAAAAAHHHHHHHH! S-S-STOP IT! PLEASE!"

Sigh. "Child, it doesn't have to be this difficult. It's only hurting because you're resisting."

"N-NO MORE! P-P-PLEASE! NO MORE!"

"Oh, I can't do that sweetie. See, it's my job. I have to do this."

"PLEASE! I-I'LL DO ANYTHING!"

"… Anything?"

"YES! JUST PLEASE! MAKE IT STOP!"

"Hm, all right Sugar. But remember, I'm holding you to this."

Gasp.

"Here. It's a family heirloom. This kind of dagger is one of kind, you know."

Pant.

"Take it. And slice through your throat."

"W-what?!"

"You said you'd do anything, Sugar. Do you want me to turn it back on?"

"NO! I-I-I'll do it."

"Well, go for it then."

Quivers.

"I'm turning it back on~"

Slits throat.

"Good girl. Now I don't have to get my hands dirty. I just got new gloves."


AUTHOR NOTE: I guess we all have those crappy days where we just want to give up. Those days... where we feel like the entire world is against us and we can't help but feel weak and worthless. Lately, I've been... out of it. Thus, this was born. I really don't know anymore. I could write that this symbolizes the pain and agony I've been feeling... or the loneliness that shadows the world and the temptation of suicide. But... I'm not feeling quite right so I'll just let you take it the way you want. I don't even know why I wrote this. Good day.