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"Guilty? No…this cant be right. I dont, get guilty…I dont have remorse. Is this just future proof that Im human?. No…but Im not human…I am me. But as he said those words, as the room was silent, listening, my chest clenched up. Damnit! What have I done?! Where they pointing? Did they know? Oh I couldnt tell! I was to damn absorbed in my little word of immense self hatred. Is something…is something wrong with me…? Does this make me a bad person? …am I…am I going to hell? no…of course not, snap out of it!" she hits herself hard. Pacing she realizes her worse fears. "what if they find me, what if they find out it was me? I mean it all matches up. But no…they cant, they arent that smart, and I am going to stop. I promise. Next time nothing will happen. But will that make them more suspicious? Oh god…what have I done…" she lifts the knife from the counter "I could do it…then it would stop for sure…then…but then they would know it was me…but…but I cant live with this guilt…this remorse…" she holds the knife shaking hard barely able to keep her grip on it. "all words…and never any action. Thats what I am. Always saying I will do it…but never do…" tears flood down her face "I cant do this to them, but…but I cant live like this anymore…I just cant…" she places the knife on the vertical vein of her wrist "Ill bleed to death…Ill end it all here…now" she closes her eyes and forcibly punctures her vein. Blood splatters and she screams in pain. She then does the other wrist then falls to her knees. Her hands soaked in her own blood. Her eyes grow dim "it…it has to be this way….it just has to…" she falls to her side. "Im…Im…sorr—" her sentence is never finished. She had passed out and bled to death, no note, no nothing. It was the end, her end. Her choice.

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"Guilty? No…this cant be right. I dont, get guilty…I dont have remorse. Is this just future proof that Im human?. No…but Im not human…I am me. But as he said those words, as the room was silent, listening, my chest clenched up. Damnit! What have I done?! Where they pointing? Did they know? Oh I couldnt tell! I was to damn absorbed in my little word of immense self hatred. Is something…is something wrong with me…? Does this make me a bad person? …am I…am I going to hell? no…of course not, snap out of it!" she hits herself hard. Pacing she realizes her worse fears. "what if they find me, what if they find out it was me? I mean it all matches up. But no…they cant, they arent that smart, and I am going to stop. I promise. Next time nothing will happen. But will that make them more suspicious? Oh god…what have I done…" she lifts the knife from the counter "I could do it…then it would stop for sure…then…but then they would know it was me…but…but I cant live with this guilt…this remorse…" she holds the knife shaking hard barely able to keep her grip on it. "all words…and never any action. Thats what I am. Always saying I will do it…but never do…" tears flood down her face "I cant do this to them, but…but I cant live like this anymore…I just cant…" she places the knife on the vertical vein of her wrist "Ill bleed to death…Ill end it all here…now" she closes her eyes and forcibly punctures her vein. Blood splatters and she screams in pain. She then does the other wrist then falls to her knees. Her hands soaked in her own blood. Her eyes grow dim "it…it has to be this way….it just has to…" she falls to her side. "Im…Im…sorr—" her sentence is never finished. She had passed out and bled to death, no note, no nothing. It was the end, her end. Her choice.