"Why do people hate me? I thought they would like me? WHAT DID I DO?"
~You say screaming.
"They want you dead, you aren't good enough, don't ever show your face again, you will be forgotten"
~You Said to your reflection.
"Thought you could run from me?"
"I knew I couldn't."
"I'm glad you found me, but I also hate that you did."
"The only way you'll escape from me this time is if one of us dies."
"Then one of us must, today."