Short story Madness

Drinking alone

Me * drinks at the bar alone *

Me: sighs

Me < thinks > I'm never going to find anyone that likes me .

Me<thinks > I really hate myself . I wish I was prettier like other girls

Me: sighs

Me < thinks > sometimes I wish I wasn't born at all. It's hard to be in this world , when not many people like me . Nothing more then an elf loser

Me: * drinks another shot *

I feel buzzed

I leave the club buzzed wobbling all over the sidewalk . Suddenly two men come from behind me and grab me throwing a black bag over my face

I scream