Winnie POV :||

Mel chased me around the house for her art. I was screaming at her, still asking her if she truly cared about me.

She always avoided the question though. I threw her art stuff all over the living room. Call me crazy, because I am. I am a crazy freak of nature. I grabbed the sharpest knife in the kitchen. This time, surely, she'd give me the real answer.

I places the knife by my heart, and walked back into the living room. "Mel..."

Her head darted towards me. "Give me your real answer, goddammit."

I pushed the knife against my heart, and saw a bit of blood oozing out.

I was tackled then. The knife flew from my hand, as I screamed and cried.

"I just want to die! I'm not loved! I'm not excepted!" I kicked my legs, and looked up at the face.

It was Richard.

And he was... crying?

Written By Chandler.