I have nothing to live for. Maybe death would be easier. Surely it can't be as painful as living. It's not like anyone would care if I were to die. I'm starting to find that I don't even care. "Let me die" I think to myself. I force myself to stop running, to stop screaming, to just stop. I stand completely still, taking my last breath, closing my eyes and waiting for my pursuer to catch up to me. "This isn't the end, it's only the beginning".All Rights Reserved
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