It's all around me. In the walls, in the bricks, in the tiles, in the lines of the paper, in every right angle around me. Just out of reach, taunting, malicious. All that was expected of me, all that I could never be, my failure, surrounding. The letter, the man.
L. L. L. L. L. L. L. L! Will it never go away? It's suffocating! Everywhere, like a virus under my microscope, unseen by all but me, but vicious, consuming, and infecting. Always there in me, in the angles, a hidden expectation. Nothing can make it disappear because it was never really there to begin with. Never to leave me until the day I die, the haunting letter who rules my world. My hell.
Until the day I die….
Can hell be worse than this torment? Is it possible for hell fire to be worse torture than the constant nagging of the letter?
Should I do it? End it all?
Where the rope meets the ceiling: L. The noose is a circle- the opposite of a right angle. The message is clear, and in my death I shall gain freedom. This is the end. I will be free of this forever.
My numbers have run out. This is the day that I die.
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