My Ovaries!

$uicideBoy$

Nobody but one person saw you allegedly die; Aristos. He saw you jump. You would be his nugget. He went into the water after you and pulled you out, you could not protest, he took you back to his home. A trap house. People were coming in and out with cocaine, ecstasy, weed, just any drug in general.

On the couch is where your body had lain, he left your almost lifeless body there.

It's not fair I found love, because when I am dead, I will be composing in a grave. I'm matter but I don't matter, I can feel my skull shatter from the empty chatter. My mission is to die, and blame my addiction.

I guess it is just the art of dying, except it is not an art. Everyone dies. (I want to die.)

Those were the words running through your head. But you knew you would not die. It was senseless now, but you still had nothing, nothing but a couch held you from falling into a seemingly endless hell. The road to hell was indeed Highway 55, the same road that brought you to the bridge. The bridge that would have killed you if he was not there.

Aristos.

He was the one who saved you. When all else fails; suicide really is the answer. Darkness prevailed onto you, once again you were alone in a dark room, with only the faint chatter. Unable to move any limb, and muscle, your body felt numb and you were powerless, you could not do anything but sit on that couch.

The day you were born; people loved you, you were meant to live, born to live. But now, you were in a trap house, you were a literal vegetable.

What has life become?

Life has become immense sadness, despair, people told you that when you were older you would be set free; you would be happy, but that was far from true.
All of the sudden, the radio turned on.
Who am I, I am God.
Who was god really, what if whomever this person was, was really God? Would it make sense for God to be talking to us on the radio? It would. My mother once told me that God was everywhere all of the time. So was I God? I am God. But who is this fake?
Not only was he pretending to be a God, but he was pretending to be you. The only God in existence.
You were flooded with memories, of when you were happy, if when you were a normal person, it seemed as if you ruined everything. How could someone even like you now, why would someone save you?
Maybe, despite all of your beliefs, someone actually cared about you. Maybe someone actually felt that you were worth something, you couldn't understand why, because you have been nothing but an immature piece of trash.
You wished he hadn't saved you. Because when it comes down to it all, you couldn't stand yourself. Your own mind was your hell, you didn't even understand what went through it sometimes.
Sometimes it could be good to be a bit of a sadist, but what's the point of even doing that. You hurt a lot of people for your own amusement, but the truth was; it isn't amusing, just making you forget all that's going on to you. But it probably did not help at all, in fact, it might have made it worse, but even then, it seemed like Aristos was the only one who really did care, almost as if he both knew and understood everything. If you found someone like him, who actually loved you, and not just cared, but loved you, the chances of that happening were slimmer than you dying within the next few minutes.
You haven't seen Aristos ever since you were brought here, so you figured he wouldn't come back. What logical person would come back to you?
You were lying on your own, dying on your own. You would go to hell, if there was one, but at least your dog would be in heaven. With everything that was going on, all of your emotions have been drowned out, something you were good at now.
But what would you care, as soon as you got another chance, you were bound to kill yourself. Maybe it isn't really a bad idea, but is there a reason to cut something that's shitty short? Yes, you have every reason to do it. Because you just push everything away. As sad as it sounded, nothing will love you, with all of those thoughts running through your mind, you didn't even notice that Aristos came in, machete in hand, dressed like a butcher.
"You better have pet insurance, because I'm about to murder dat pussy." He murmered softly towards you. Your chicken nugget body couldn't do anything but tremble.
He walked towards you as he undressed you, he stared slicing the skin that was around your vagina, after a few seconds of this, he rammed the butcher knife inside of you, cutting up everything, your intestines were severed, your stomach was punctured, and your pancreas was dislocated. All you could do was scream for him to stop. But he didn't, he kept going, your vagina poured blood out, it stung, worse than any sensation you have ever felt. At that moment, all you could think of was the pain. But it's all okay; you should have never thought that someone would actually care about you.
Because nobody really does, and you learned that through Aristos.