This is it. I'm sick of it.I'm done. I don't want to breathe anymore. I want to die. Gaius has a potion that can kill me.
Once I got out of the castle at the end of the day, I ran out in the woods and started crying. I pulled out the vial of poison that I had stolen from Gaius. I held it up to my mouth and collected my courage.
I stood there like that for a while. Should I stay? Should I go? Nobody cares about me, not even myself. I just don't want to exist anymore. I don't want to get out of bed another day and have to go to work as Arthur's servant. I don't want to have to fulfill whatever stupid prophecy I'm supposed to to help Arthur. I gulped down the dreadful liquid and waited for the effects.
I laid down. I drank the poison,
I was now laying on the ground as my vision blurred.
Then I passed the fuck out.
And soon my senses all blurred away until I was gone.
Now let me tell you 'bout the good life.
Merlin was no more.
