Him.

This is the first story I have ever written on Wattpad, so please forgive if there are any mistakes; after all, I am human, and we make mistakes.

Finally, it was time to end it. It was time to end the pain, the suffering, the crying, everything... she just wanted it to stop. She'd tried, she'd psyched herself into going through the prick of pain and the spill of blood, but, in the end (as always) she'd chicken out. Yes, she'd realized that she didn’t want to die but, at the same time she did. She had also known that it was his fault, it was him that made her suffer. And now, even after having been gone she’s still suffering. The pain, the sadness, the depression, the crying. The sleepless nights. The many never fading scars on her wrists, the several trips to the hospital based on ‘attempted suicide’, it was all because of him.

She'd asked herself again and again 'Is it worth it? The pain and suffering. The spillage of blood, the over dosage of pain killers and sleeping pills, the hurting? Is it worth it?’ And in the end she’d found out that it was, after having attempting it one too many times, she’d finally succeeded. She could finally be with him. After living a year without him, she’d realized that even though he ruined her life, abused her mentally and physically, she still loved him and that he was right: ‘The world is one sad and empty place’. Was that why he ended his life? Well, that’s why she ended hers, because he was right. The world was sad and empty without him in it; she needed him in it. She needed his attention and yearned his touch despite what he did to her.

And now, she can be with him. No matter if he ‘loathes her existence’, for she now, exists no more.

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This story is dear to me, as I have put so much time and effort into it. I truly hope you enjoy it.

Many thanks!