They sat on their desk erasing what they were writing for the tenth time the only thoughts running through the head were of all the tiny mistakes and how nothing seemed right. Finally snapping after erasing their words once more they threw the paper and slammed their hand down on the desk. Slowly a quiet voice grew louder repeating the words 'not perfect' and simply just like that they had a sense of what they needed to do. They sat on the chair again before holding the pencil upright. And in one swift motion they slammed their head down onto the desk screaming as the pencil impaled their eye. Screaming both in frustration and pain as they failed even their own death, the words 'not perfect' grew even louder as they slammed their head down three more times before everything went dark.
