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People always say life is short.

Sure, that's true for some, but for Zoë, life was too long.

She was practically counting down the days until her final breath. Not that she knew when that was coming... She could only hope that it would come soon.

After returning home from the kidnapping and... from the other events, Zoë wanted nothing more than to escape the realm of the living. Heaven or hell has got to be better than this, right? It had to be. If not...

If not she had no hope left for anything.

She walked into the kitchen to find something to eat one day when one of the drawers captivated her attention.

The knife drawer.

She couldn't take her eyes off of it, fidgeting a bit with one of her rings as she walked towards it. She opened the drawer.

Do it.

Do it.

Do it.

You have nothing to live for, just go on... No one will miss you... No one would even go to your funeral...

You're a terrible person. A jerk to everyone. A pain in the ass. Everyone would be happier, relieved even, if you were gone...

For a moment Zoë just stared at the drawer. She reached her arm out, grabbing the handle of the knife.

"Zoë, I'm home!" her father called into the house, startling her out of her thoughts. She dropped the knife back into the drawer and quickly shut it.

"Hey..." she said, heart racing a bit. If he had caught her... "What's up?"

"Nothing much, just had to grab some papers before heading out again... By the way your mother called, she said she was going to be out a little late tonight, okay? Her boss is sick so all the employee's have to work extra hard."

"Okay, got it..." Zoë said.

Her father gave her a concerned look. "Are you okay?"

"Yep. Perfectly fine. See you later," she replied quickly.

"Bye. See you later," her father responded with a warm smile, leaving the house again.

Zoë offered him a small smile back and then turned back to the drawer as soon as she heard the door close again.

She picked up the same knife as before; a large, well polished, expensive knife, and closed the drawer carefully. Her hands were shaking a bit as she made her way over to the couch, sitting down as she just stared at the knife, hugging her knees to her chest.

Come on... Do you really want to live somewhere where no one cares?

It's pathetic. You're pathetic...

Just give up, you have nothing left to live for.

Just a couple slits, that's all you have to do, just like you did before when that man had you in his possession... That's it... Just as simple as that for someone as weak and pathetic as you.

Tears started forming in Zoë's eyes as she listened to her thoughts. It was true, wasn't it? She was just a pathetic jerk who pushed everyone away so much that they all hated her.

No friends, she wasn't going to be missed. So why wouldn't she just end it?

There was no point to her living anyways. She had no future plans, no goals, hopes or dreams... Everything just hurt too much. She wanted it to just stop.

Come on... The voice coaxed. Her voice.

If it was telling her to do it, she had to listen. She picked up the knife from the coffee table, and just like before as she had done, she touched the point to the side of her wrist, quickly slicing it across. She closed her eyes, wincing as tears fell out of her eyes. How did it possibly hurt more than before?

She made another slit.

And another.

Come on, come on, hurry up...

This is what she wanted.

Yes. Relief.

She made another cut, hands shaking and bloody as she felt the pain swelling in her wrists. Just a little bit longer and it will all be over... It will all be okay again in just a couple more minutes... She made one more slice that seemed to hit the nerve perfectly and... She fell back.

The last thing she heard was her name being shouted. Wait what? No no no no no... Her mother wasn't supposed to be here for a while, so why was she here? No, she didn't want her to see all this... But she couldn't really do anything. She heard her mother shouting her name, but she was already loosing consciousness.

The last thing she saw was a familiar, pale freckled face. The boy in front of her smile warmly. He was tall, and had a welcome, happy look in his eyes despite the situation. He held out his hand for her, and she took it.

She looked behind her to see her lifeless body.

Had she done it?

Ended all her misery?

Was it finally over?

She wasn't sure...

She still felt the same. The pain in her wrists was gone, but...

"I missed you..." she told the boy.

The boy smiled. "I missed you too. But I think you need to go back now."

"What? No... Please, can't I just stay with you?"

"Zo, please... Just go back... It's not your time, okay?"

Zoë watched as paramedics came into the house and tried to help.

"And if I don't?"

"Zoë... Please make this easier... Please..."

She was suddenly brought back into her own conscious body, gasping for air as she was overwhelmed by paramedics. She eyed the knife.

She had a feeling this wasn't going to be the last time this happened... And she hated it.

Look at you. A pathetic, weak, burden that now these people have to waste their time caring about.

You're so selfish. First your parents loose their first child who died to save you, and then you go and try to kill yourself and make them loose their only remaining child... You should kill yourself. You're a terrible person and you need to be punished for that.

"It's not your time yet... I'll see you when you're supposed to get here, not a moment sooner, sis."