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I can't reach the light. Can't fight this sleep that's overtaking me. Can't fight the darkness in me anymore.
I can't do this anymore.
I feel something in me shiver, and my stomach curls. Feverish, I grab the kitchen knife in my stomach and run towards the surge of people rushing towards me. It's as if they didn't see me. I can feel my invisibility slipping away as I run up the steps and head towards their direction. I can hear their screams, but only very faintly - they were like a faraway fairytale, screaming at me to stop.
I can't stop, don't they understand?
Slashing my way through the torrent of people, I laugh. I laugh at the idiocy of this pitiful world. Laugh so hard it hurts. It could be the blood rushing out from my body with every laugh, every spasm I make. I don't want to think about that. After all, the pain isn't there. The pain is most definitely not a like a lance stabbing me every time I move, right?
There's too much blood; too much pain. The noise is, oh-so-infernal. Regret and blood fill my mouth, and I slash blindly. I slash until I fall to my knees; the pain is infernal too.
I am covered in bleeding bodies, blood and judgemental whispers. There is a crowd around me, but I can't do anything. I can't do anything about it. I can't stab them. I can't sew their hellish mouths up. I can't do anything, and I am dying.
Smiling a final smile, even as blood dribble down my chin, I choke, "Good bye, world."
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