The voices lapse over one another, word over word. The noise, which was once low, is now screeching, abolishing all others. As I lay with my eyes wide open, I realize the ceiling of my darkened room is white. "How strange-- Ive never noticed that before." I murmured to myself.
Now all I can feel is the abnormaly warm breath blowing into my ear. All that I heard before is nearly over, I do believe.
But I am wrong.
"Suicide, suicide, suicide..." A cold voice runs over my body, sending chills down my spine. I shiver, not because of what was said, but because of the afterwards occurance.
I grab a pen because of my quick impulse and write a note according to the feeling within me.
Dear friends and family,
This may seem rather subtle, but not because you are terrible people. It's the simple fact that I have hidden my severe emotions of emptiness, despair, and the feelings that the voices dictate me to be. As of right now, my heart is torn in two. It has been rotting and decaying for the longest of times, belive it or not. My soul is shattered and my ambition lacks all that it needs.
I am sincerly sorry for what i have done, but once again, it is not your fault. Not even the slightest bit.
I have left all of you behind and let you down. For that, I grant you my largest apology.
But I must be going now, for the pain still lingers on.
I love you.
- Yours truley,
Ace
just a few minutes, I pick up at blade from my night-stand and grasp it tightly. As I have an intense battle with myself, my hand quivers and I am overcome. I am forced to jam the knife into my wrist and bleed myself dry.
The voices seem to fade and I feel my eyes close.
"Goodbye, foul world.." I say in my last breath.
"Farwell," the voice exclaims in a scratchy pitch. Then a cackle is blurted from a deep, manly voice.
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This seems like it would be more of a part of a story, but ehh, what does it matter?:D
