Author's Note: This story is insanely vague. You have to watch the show obsessively (like me) in order to be following what the story's saying. For those of you who don't (Watch the show obsessively) he's referring to a member of his team in each of the paragraphs, in the order that follows: Samantha, Danny, Jack, Vivian.
Please don't lynch me for this. It spewed from my fingers. I had no say in it.
All I wanted was somewhat to talk to for a few hours, but she said no. I don't hate her for that. I hate myself for not predicting it.
He's disliked me from the start. It's cooled down a lot, but it's still there. Always will be, as long as my name and my DNA stay the same.
He stopped trusting me when I confessed that I lied. Can't really say I blame him; I probably wouldn't trust me either. But he's not giving me a chance to redeem myself.
She says she's over it, that we're past that. And I want to believe her. But how can I when every time I see her I see him fall to the floor?
I see my reflection in the mirror. I try to look away, but I can't. The man I see is not the man I've become. The cold metal weighs heavy in my hands. With a loud bang, I'd be gone before the neighbors would know something's wrong.
But I'm too weak.