I was sitting in my chair of my office. I was laying my head on my office table. Sitting there I thought of how my life has become. I didn't have a person to talk to, a person there to help me. My face a dark shade of red. I took my bottle of pills taking them all at once. Then I took the bottle of liquor nearly ingesting it but someone grabbed it.
"What the Hell are you doing?" She yelled.
"What? Oh this I'm willing to make a deal." He said. "Braids what are you talking about?" She questioned. "I want to make a deal. Maybe even a refund."
"No refunds." She said her tone becoming threatening. "I want to lose the fame and go back to the start and make a different turn."
"When Hell freezes and resembles the ice age." "Then hand me that back." He reached for the bottle, but she pulled back. "Well fine there are other ways to die. Fire, stabbed, gun shot-" "You stupid motherfucker; reflect on your life."
She put her hands on his shoulders.
"Love it be thankful for it, and me what about me? You can't think of only yourself. Everyone is effected." "Bitch I don't care about you." "Asshole think of everyone you fucking messed with. Think if you still want to I'll help you tomorrow."
