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WARNING: this fic is weird and kinda out there but I hope you enjoy

All this time I was wasting,

Hoping you would come around

I sit staring at the wall, just waiting for that inevitable call. Tears running down my face.

I've been giving out chances every time
And all you do is let me down

And it's taking me this long

Baby but I figured you out

But this won't be like all the other calls. I know whats coming and what to do.

And you're thinking we'll be fine again,
But not this time around

I'm ready to break free. I'm ready to fly.

You don't have to call anymore
I won't pick up the phone

I stare at the phone. Waiting and waiting.

This is the last straw
Don't wanna hurt anymore

How long till he is off his high? Or until he isn't drunk? I suppose doesn't really matter which anymore. Half the time he isn't either.

And you can tell me that you're sorry
But I don't believe you baby
Like I did - before
You're not sorry, no no oh

It's taken to long for me to get here. But I'm here now. I am ready. Even if my hands tremor in fear.

Looking so innocent,
I might believe you if I didn't know

The bruises on my face and arms sting and smart. I don't really hate the pain as much as I welcome it as a reminder of why I have to go through with this.

Could've loved you all my life
If you hadn't left me waiting in the cold

I shiver in the growing darkness of my room. Everything is quiet. The fire burnt out hours before. Shortly after he had stormed out.

And you got your share of secrets
And I'm tired of being last to know

I heard a rustle and startled I scan the room. My eyes rest on a picture of the two of us. Red and brown contrasting and happy smiles. Apparently that wasn't enough for his needs.

And now you're asking me to listen
Cause it's worked each time before

The phone rings. I'm not ready yet so I just let it ring. Then his voice echoes around the emptiness. "Mione?" I flinch as he uses my old nickname, "Mione I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to! Someone must have spiked my food! Please Mione call me back!"

But you don't have to call anymore
I won't pick up the phone

I clench the phone tighter in my fist as lie after lie bounces around the room.

This is the last straw
Don't wanna hurt anymore

I let out a gasp of pain as my broken knuckles protest.

And you can tell me that you're sorry
But I don't believe you baby
Like I did - before
You're not sorry, no no, oh

I know he'll call again soon. He always does.

You're not sorry no no oh

We always fall into the same pattern of life.

You had me crawling for you honey
And it never would've gone away, no

But I'm going to break from that chain. I used to crawl back and collapse in his arms.

You used to shine so bright
But I watched all of it fade

But the peace only lasted so long. Each time the peace and love was less and less present.

So you don't have to call anymore
I won't pick up the phone

The phone rings again. I throw the phone across the room where it bounces off the wall.

This is the last straw
There's nothing left to beg for

I crawl over to it and hit answer. And I hear quiet pleas for forgiveness.

And you can tell me that you're sorry
But I don't believe you baby

I stab the phone with the knife I've been clutching. I twist and turn it as sparks fly.

Like I did - before
You're not sorry, no no oh

I take a deep breath and with no more hesitation I stab myself in the chest. With shaking fingers I take some of my blood that is gushing in no small amount. I write on the shining floor I had been forced to clean, "You're not sorry"

You're not sorry, no no oh

Shaking I breathe my last few breaths as he walks in. He gasps and I smile. I'm finally free.

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