• I cry in the corner of my dark room, it's pitch black and all you can see is my tears dripping to the floor from my honey colored eyes which is stained red. How could I do this? Live my life of misery. My pale skin that contrast my black hair seem so lifeless, just like my personality. I was never like this, well, I am know. I have let that man tear me apart just like a failed math test paper. All I can do is blame myself. I'M SUCH A FOOL! I let him play me, why? Because I love him, no, I loved him with all my life. I have given a lot for him. These blood that was dripping down the wrist along with my tears can't surpass the pain I feel emotionally. DANG IT! I can't even feel that my wound is bleeding. All I can feel is...feel is... dizziness, everything is blurry... SNAP! I lost too much blood... I think I'm going too...

    "RHEESE!!" what's that voice? Andre? "GODS! I'm going to bring you to the hospital! Hang on!" No, don't carry me to the hospital. Let me be. Let me physically die, "DON'T SAY THAT WOMAN! SOMEBODY STILL LOVES YOU, SOMEBODY LIKE-" goodbye Andre...