She supposed that in time she could understand and accept her situation, but not now. It was too much to bare and she already needed an escape. She raised a knife to her stomach ready.
Your wondering. Wondering why? Maybe even a few are saying don't it. At this point she couldn't care less. She had been burdened for too long and tonight she will be freed. Swiftly she brought the knife down, stabbing directly in her stomach, sharp metal cutting through her flesh easily and she gasps in pain. Blood begins to flow and she staggers back, collasping to the floor and with trembling hands pulled out the knife so the blood would flow faster. Agony tore her stomach apart and she dug shaky a hand into the open wound, blood spraying out as she twists her hand. She wanted to died so badly that as she saw her life force puddle around her she began to sing,
"Locked up tight
to never see light,
a caged bird screams.
The tormentor he laughs
it sounds like glass,
she noticed idly.
For days she screamed
to be let free,
ignored her did he.
So he made a mistake,
left a knife in his wake,
which she used to kill
his precious birdy.
She sung as she died,
such a sad lullaby
smiling into the end.
The young woman smiled as the Tormentor walked in. He glared at her angrily stalking forward. She smiled blood dripping from her mouth, vision blurring dangerously.
"I'm free," she gasped out victoriously, triumph shining in her dulling eyes. "You can't touch me anymore, bastard. I'm free." Having spoken her last words she succumbed to eternal sleep, the sound of the Tormentor's rage echoing in her ears.
