A week later
It's getting harder to control her. I'm afraid that she will take control. Permanently. With nothing to do anything about it.
This time she beat me up really badly. Blood on my face. My arm. My leg. My back. Right now I'm just sitting in the alleyway I call a home. Earlier a man tried to rob me. But I was able to steal his gun. Gun in my hands. Fingers feeling the detail of the gun. Should I?
The world won't suffer if she's dead.
I put the gun up to my head.
Use my finger to pull down the hammer.
Then
