Author's Note: Another part of the 64 prompt challenges I'm doing, still don't know who made it, so if you could tell me, that'd me great. Thanks. Also, I don't own bleach. If I did, a whole lot of crazy shit would happen. I was listening to Blackbird by the Beatles while writing.

A Needle, that's what I work with all day. A Needle, test subjects, and my father. It's enough to make anyone insane. You loved me anyway. He isn't exactly "mister Perfect" either. He's the exact opposite, if you must be specific. There's a reason that all those rumors about how he treats me and how he doesn't care about his subordinates. They're all mostly true. He is selfish, only caring about his experiments, not his subordinates.

You really shouldn't be surprised that you're reading this, my suicide note, my love. It was going to happen eventually, you and I both knew it. What you didn't know is that I loved you, and I always will I just can't take this life anymore. The time I spent with you were the single best moments of my life. I want you to know that, before I'm gone. I know you will hate me, but I can't take it anymore, I'm not as strong as you. In death I will be like a bird, free of his control.