Dangerous World

In my trembling hand, I held a knife, its cold blade glinting ominously in the dim light. My mind kept urging me to end it, to free myself from this burdened world. The thought of everyone celebrating my demise with wine and happiness was unbearable, yet it seemed like a twisted form of justice for my pain. I couldn't take it much longer. I had been betrayed enough, and discovering the secret that everyone had kept from me was too much to bear. The weight of their deception crushed me, leaving me feeling utterly alone and forsaken.

I stared at my reflection again, seeing not just the physical disarray but the deep emotional scars that had turned me into this hideous, broken creature. The sight was so ghastly it even scared me. Without much thought, driven by a desperation to escape the torment, I raised the knife. With a swift, decisive motion, I plunged it into myself.

Pain erupted, sharp and immediate, but then everything began to blur. The mirror, the room, my own reflection-all faded into a hazy swirl of darkness and light. I felt my body weaken and start to collapse, the knife slipping from my grasp as I fell to the ground. The cold floor met me, and as my vision dimmed, a strange, eerie calm washed over me. The voices, the pain, the betrayal they all began to fade leaving behind a profound silence.

In those final moments, everything became distant and surreal. The world I had known, the suffering I had endured, and the people who betrayed me all seemed to dissolve into the void. And then, there was nothing but darkness.

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