Parking Lot Paranoia
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Last published Sat, Apr 10, 2021
Trust...it's hard to gain but easy to lose. I am alone in an empty parking lot at two in the morning with nothing but my phone and two freshly sharpened knives. I had just gotten off the phone with two of my friends, one of whom I thought I could trust. However, their stories are not matching up which leads me to believe that one of them is lying to me.
The voices are telling me that neither of them is innocent and both deserve death. They have been dictating every choice I have made thus far but tonight I will finally free my mind. I send two texts each containing only two words and thrust one knife into my heart and with my last breathe plunge the other into my brain. I die here naked but not alone as the voices die with me. "I'm sorry."
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