As of this moment, I can feel my neck breaking.
Snapping, ripping, and falling apart.
I can feel each bone break, each muscle rip.
I fall, head slamming to the ground, but I'm still awake.
I can't move.
And just for kick's, my killer grabs my hair and pulls, twisting my neck even more.
I shouldn't be alive.
My skin rips like fabric.
I can hear it.
How fascinating.
I need a break.
From life.
I'm not sad.
Nor mad or angry.
I'm not stressed.
Well, school is always stressful.
I'm just tired.
A week for me to throw myself back into the stars, watching as each one brushes my skin and I am burned, but the feeling is great.
I want to experience the worst amount of pain because I won't be myself.
What an odd thing to think about.
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