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Who's the coward?

I didn't hurt anyone when i killed myself, i did for others like me. I know people go through a lot in life but sometimes life stacks up all the odds against you. How are you expected to make it through something like that. There are people in this world that are recognized as weak for wanting to die, or killing themselves, but the only people that think that way are the ones that have never held a gun to their own head and felt the pain of not being able to continue anymore. Their not giving up, they just simply have no other choice anymore. When you feel like your own existence is causing the people you love more pain and stress; what else are you supposed to do? The one that killed himself isn't the coward it's the people that knew that the person needed help and they just sat there and didn't do anything to try to help. If you truly cared about someone you wouldn't let them go through the hardest thing in the world alone.

In my situation it's different, he likes to kill. So i classify him as a murderer. He has killed many people, but not me i'll do that part myself. But killing me isn't on his agenda, at least not yet. I know what he wants, but yet i also don't. He's sadistic so he wants to hurt me, what he doesn't realize is that i'm not afraid of pain. He thinks that i'm vital to some plan that he has, but that plan i haven't quite figured out yet. What he doesn't know is, i'll find away to stay dead. No easy ways out. Death is death so I'll embrace it, and it won't be by his hands.

I have no idea how long it's been, but the room hasn't changed at all. The straps are still around my wrists, but accompanied with them are lovely red marks that came from all the thrashing around. I used to have scars all over my wrists, i don't now though. With the new body i guess that's to be expected. Even though this new body is still my own, it looks exactly like me for before i jumped. the only difference being that all the damage is completely gone. Like nothing ever happen.

He walks into the little white room, and sees that i'm awake. "Oh, good you're up, now we can continue where we left off." he looks at me expectantly. I have a little plan for this moment.

"Take the straps off, talk to me like you're not afraid of me." i say slightly annoyed.

"If i was afraid of you i wouldn't have wasted my time for all those years to find you. You mistake fear for carefulness." he looks at me and smiles a sinister fake smile.

"I'm not saying a word until you take off the straps." i raise my voice. I know that he'll comply with my request, he needs me to talk to him calmly. I didn't notice before but he's wearing a nurses uniform. The same light blue scrubs that the lady was wearing when she sedated me. I don't know why he's dressed that way, but i know that he's hiding something, and not just from me. he 's hiding something from everyone in this place. At least i'm not the only one that he's lying to.