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She stared at her bloodstained hands as she backed away from their bodies."I'm sorry," she whispered, silent tears running down her cheek."I'm so sorry!". She had done what the voices said and killed them.
She didn't want to do it, but what other choice did she have. The voices got louder and louder every day. They said to her to end them, to put them out of their misery. And she complied. It started out like a whisper of one word, "Gone" and then it became sentences. It kept getting louder and louder until it became shout that kept her up at night.
She didn't want to do it. Oh, but she had to. They were too happy and fake. They were just dolls in a dollhouse. They were great actors acting around each other as though they were happy and glad with life and what they had accomplished. The masks they wore were not put on well if the voices saw through them. They saw the true sadness and self hate they had for each other and themselves.
She didn't want to do it. It was never meant to be like this, but it happened and she couldn't take it back. The bodies laid there with blood dripping from their mouths. They look at peace, much happier than they were before. They are now free from their sadness and will never have to be fake again.
She didn't want to do it... But it was the only way.
