Disclaimer: I don't own any of the character's in this story except maybe the mystery guy...

Rebecca: I thought you were going to write another story about me!

Me: Well, yeah, but Florina's cool too, don't you think?

Rebecca: But she seems kind of depressed...

Me: Right now she is because...well...read the story and you'll find out! It IS angst, you know...

Rebecca: Yeah, whatever. Now onto the story!

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They told me to leave him, but did I listen? Of course not. I kept telling myself that they were being overprotective older sisters. First, it was Fiora, and then Farina soon told me that he wasn't the right one for me. But I still didn't listen, and this is what I got for it.

People say that writing it all down will help me cope. Hah. They don't know anything. How can I take advice from people that haven't gone through the same thing I have? Yeah, I can't. I know they're just trying to help, but I wish they would all just go away...

It would be so easy to end it all right now. The knife is so pretty and smooth. It was a gift from him. Maybe he knew what he would drive me to do in the end. I know I should hate him, but I'm just too drained. I would be surprised if I still had some blood in me...I feel so cold, so empty. He said that he would give me all kinds of gifts, but did he? No. He just kept on taking. Oh, I didn't know that he was a taker at first. He hid his nature well—under a pleasant smile, a warm hug, a passionate embrace. I didn't know until it was too late. I didn't know that he had taken my friends, my family, my life...until it was too late.

They're knocking at the door again. Why are Fiora and Farina so worried? I'm fine. Or I will be as soon as this horrible nightmare called my life is over. I wonder what they'll say when they find me here. I'm sure that they'll find me with a smile on my face because I'll finally be rid of him. He won't be able to follow me where I'm going. But...my friends and family won't be able to either...

What would Lyn think? She would probably be sad for a while, but she's strong. She would get over me in a while. She's strong...not like me. I didn't even have the strength to leave him when I knew what he was really like. I used to feel safe and happy in his arms. Not anymore. I'll never feel safe in a man's arms again. He ruined my life, and I should've wanted to ruin his. But I didn't have the strength to do that either. Now he's probably off ruining another naïve girl's life. I wonder how many lives he's already ruined.

I'm scared. Probably more scared than I've ever been in my life. Yes, I'm even more scared than when he...I don't think I can write it down. I don't know why I'm wasting my time writing this out. It's not like anything matters anymore...wait. That's not true. My sisters and friends matter a lot, but not as much as this knife matters. Contained in its seven inches of cold steel lies everything I hate and everything that can cure my hate. I suppose I hate him, and since this was a gift from him, I guess I hate this too. I guess it's true whatever they say about how hate can kill you...

I should stop wasting my time, but I don't want to do it yet. They say that it doesn't hurt, but how would they know? They say that you're supposed to pass out, but they've never tried it. They hide behind their books and "knowledge" just so they won't have to deal with the real world. He wasn't like that. He would jump right into the real world, and jump right back out when it didn't agree with him. Nothing could phase him, and he would never lose. Maybe that's what attracted me to him in the first place. He was so free. I think that's what I wanted most of all. I wanted his lack of responsibility. I wanted his life.

The knife is a lot colder than what I expected. I didn't even draw any blood. He would call me a coward right now. I can hear his mocking voice so clear. He was so nice at first, and he would never raise his voice. That changed quickly enough. I don't believe how I never noticed his changes. Well, he was a great actor, and I wanted to believe that he loved me. Hah. Love. He taught me a lot of things that a fifteen-year-old girl shouldn't know, but love wasn't one of them. He was a bad teacher. He hit me so much when I didn't do exactly what he told me to. I still didn't leave him, because sometimes he would be nice again. I guess I stayed with him, because I hoped that his good side would somehow win over the bad side. It took me too long to realize that he had no good side. It was all an illusion—a trick. I hate tricks, and I hate him.

Maybe I don't hate him...I don't know. I'm so confused and tired right now. Maybe I'll sleep for a little bit before I... No, I can't. I'll just keep putting it off forever. No. It's now or never. Yeah, I say that, but it's a lot harder than what I expected. I never liked blood, and seeing mine on the floor... It's only a little bit—hardly a speck even—but it's still blood. I wish someone would help me. My hands are shaking too much to do it properly. I wouldn't want to hurt more than I have to...

They're incessant knocking is getting on my nerves! Why can't my sisters just leave me alone? All they ever did was nag me about leaving him. Maybe that's why I stayed with him—just to show them that I didn't need to always run to them with my problems. He was my problem. I was supposed to be able to deal with him on my own. But I couldn't, could I? Guess that shows how weak I was. But now this stupid knife and my shaky hands are my problems. I should be strong enough to deal with them. Yes, this shouldn't be too hard.

Stupid hands! They won't obey. They keep on shaking and shaking. Oh great, now my vision's starting to get blurry. I just had to start crying, didn't I? Now I won't be able to see my ARM much less my vein. This isn't working out too good... I think I'm just going to go to sleep and deal with all of this later. That is...if my sisters will stop pounding on the stupid door! If they keep doing that, they'll break it. Oh well, not my problem... I'll deal with it later. I'll deal with the knife later. I'll deal with my hands later. Heck, I'll even deal with the whole world, if only I could get some sleep and deal with it later!

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Rebecca: Waaaa! You better not let her die!!!!

Me: *gulp* Sheesh! She's not going to die... She just has to be really sad, so a special someone can help her cope.

Rebecca: Ooooh! A special someone, huh? Wonder who it is...

Me: Keep wondering.

Rebecca: Hey, I'm your muse! Shouldn't I know?

Me: Actually, it depends on who the reviewers want Florina to end up with. Hehehe.

Rebecca: Hear that people? REVIEW and put your favorite Florina pairing in it! Pleeeeeease!!! Our authoress here can use all the help she can get.

Me: Hey!

Rebecca: ^_________^

Me: Oh, and also, I don't know if I should change the rating to R or not, because I never describe anything, but there are a WHOLE lot of hints and stuff... I would like some advice on that...

Rebecca: Yeah, and if you didn't like this, please tell us why. Just don't say you don't like it... Thanks so much!