—PROLOGUE—

I didn't mean to kill her— I swear! My mind just took me there. I went in her room and found her crying on the floor — i knew she was asking for it. She's been suffering for way, way too long. I let her on her feet and walked her to the Home Depot right down the street.

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- E L O I S E -

Yeah, I did it again. Oh, don't look at me with your sad, pathetic eyes. I didn't bleed as much as I thought I would. The dark red oozed out of my slits and flowed like a river down my marked and scarred arms. A terrifyingly beautiful collection I have with me, always. The biggest one was near my elbow; it's nearly four years old now. Four years too long...

I cried, and cried again. I covered the soft whimpers coming from my mouth by biting down on my red-stained, maculate arm. The taste of my own blood made me feel sick to my stomach. I'm praying that my dad doesn't come home in the morning to find me like this before I can clean up. He was on a business trip for a couple days and said he would be back by today or tomorrow morning. It's nearly 3:00 AM when I glanced over at the clock that had broken glass. I had a good four-five hours before my dad arrived home— I held my breath and then let it out slowly. I can't put my brain on hold; I can't get rid of these thoughts.

Why is the idea of death so, so alluring to me right now? An easy way out... a fast way out... a painless way out. I can't do this to my dad, but what about myself? I need this— but right now? I don't know...

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- R O B E R T -

I got up by the feeling of a red alert. My mind flashed and I saw her— the old friend that I love so much. Ellie was in the middle of her room, crying and covered with blood. Her eyes were red, her lips were red— the blade. My heart got heavy for her; my chest aches of agony. Four years ago is when I noticed she changed. Her eyes got darker, her body grew heavy. She did everything so feebly and slow— like she was the oldest woman alive. It's been four years for her; four years too long...

It's my time to save her. It's about time I fell into a deep consciousness— and advert my mind to Ellie and Ellie only.

As my eyes closed, I entered her bedroom. I made myself walk to her, she was passed out. She needed to do this, so I opened her eyes and lifted her to her feet. Although she wasn't conscious, I made it look like she was so we could take a walk right down the street. I moved her legs so she could walk herself down the rickety old stairs her house had. I followed quietly behind her shadow and tip-toed outside the door with her. Home Depot was only down the road; only a 10 minute walk. In those ten minutes, I thought about whether a Home Depot was even open at this hour; I could easily get into there anyway. Up ahead, I saw the bright orange building and came to an end behind a tree. I used my mind to turn off the cameras and to unlock the door. Then, I continued to walk Ellie and I to the section where they sold rope. I got the longest, thickest rope they had and snuck out of the store without leaving a trace.

The 10 minute walk back to Ellie's house was my time to finally say my last words to her. "Eloise, I'm sorry you've had a rough life these past four years. You don't deserve the way you've been treated. I love you so much and I will miss you to death."

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I woke up to find myself on the floor of my bedroom. I realized what my conscience has been doing to poor Eloise, an old classmate of mine. I... no, my mind— was trying to kill her. I'm not capable of murder— I can't just kill her.

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I tied the rope to the ceiling fan, which was sturdy enough to hang her body. I smiled and let out a tear— for Ellie. How badly I wanted this— for... I can feel myself trying to wake up to stop what I'm doing, but I can't stop and I will not stop. SHE NEEDS THIS... SHE NEEDS—

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I want to save Ellie, but I'm failing myself. I don't want her to die, I don't! I would take her place, her place any day. I can't slip away. I can't slip away. I can't—

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I tied a noose. A perfect noose to make her die... but I don't feel satisfaction. All I had to do was find a chair... I crept to the kitchen of her house before—

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I regained my saneness and tried to find a way to stop, to stop, to stop, to stop, to—

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I had a glorious dance upon the kitchen floors in search for a chair, a chair so grand. I pulled one from a large table and began to lift and carry it back up to where Ellie was. I don't have much time before the other side of me comes out, which I don't consider to be me at all.

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FUCK MY HEAD— OH GOD, OH FU—

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The chair was placed in the middle of the floor underneath the ceiling fan.

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No...

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I lifted her body to stand on the chair and positioned her head in the noose.

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NO!

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I knocked over the chair.

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I hung the girl who's life I wanted so badly...
I—I DID THAT!!!! No- PLEASE NO, NO, NO, NO, NO, STAY AWAKE, STAY AWAKE,
STAY—

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She's so lucky how she gets to end her madness.

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I didn't know what else to do, so I grabbed the chair and made my way toward the window... the window the window the window the window the—

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FINALLY, I AGREE WITH MYSELF!!!!

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I HAVE TO BREAK THE GLASS AND JUMP AND...

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Pieces of glass flew. One foot was out the window...

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WHY DID IT HAVE TO BE LIKE—

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