<<~~ Clare's POV ~~>>
||-- 10 Years Later --||
Sitting in my mothers old bedroom, I dig the knife deep into my wrist and think about the past. Think about how the same things can happen over and over again. Think about how cruel the world is and in a few seconds, it will all be over.
I watched my boyfriend Mark kill my mother, who watched her husband Sean kill her son. Mark is upstairs, dying of a disease which eats into your muscles and kills them. He can't move, can't feed himself. I've cared for him for four years and I can't do it anymore. I can't look at the man who from my mother was a child, has done so much damage to our family. So he's either going to die of starvation or die because the disease has got to his brain. One or the other. I think about how what goes around comes around and how much karma a bitch.
As I slice my wrist one more time and watch the last bit of blood ooze from my veins I have one final message for everyone.
If you really love someone, no matter how much they hurt you, you will always sacrifice yourselves for them.
Remember kids, in this amazing world, it's people that are the weapons and it's love that is the killer.
||~~ Authors Note ~~||
So that's it!! Thank you so much to all my readers and I hope you enjoyed this story as much as I have enjoyed writing it! Thank youuuuu!!!!
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